“Check out the huge gas lighted chandelier hanging from the porch ceiling. The chain must be twenty feet long.” Tim looked up in awe at the fixture.
Marie approached the bright red door and rang the antique doorbell. “Okay, this is really cool. It almost sounds like the trolley bell.”
André opened the door wearing a heather pin-striped button-down shirt over a plum T-shirt and dark khaki pants. “Hey, you found me. Come on in. We just gathered a few minutes ago. We had a great reveal with Cassandra.”
The polished oak floors reflected the light of the overhead crystal chandelier and gleaned under the plush deep red Persian rug. The stark white walls conveyed a beautiful contrast to the museum oil paintings that hung in unison along the length of the foyer. Potted miniature palm trees sat
