This time it was a woman who opened the door for us.
Her lips were the first thing that I noticed. They were plump and colored in a deep shade of red. She had a beauty mole right above her lips. Silver-blonde hair flowed past her shoulder. The woman was dressed in a white tube top and a long skirt that hugged her curves perfectly.
She looked familiar, but I couldn't exactly pinpoint where I had seen her from.
“Louis,” the woman called out and immediately I recalled where I had last seen her.
She was the woman who walked into the living room half-naked the other day. Seeing her well-dressed and in a much better position this time made me realize just how pretty she was.
Louis came forward also in a more presentable attire. “Ah, Jacob, Jocelyn, welcome welcome,” he said as he ushered us
