"Let's go to the kitchen," Ian sighed after a while, overstepping the big fat elephant that'd settled between us. "Lola must be waiting for us." And without a second glance at me, he started for the hallway.
I followed, noticing, even amid the astonishment and bafflement in my head, the main color palette dressing the house-white, gray, silver, red and black. My eyes found a white, curved sofa in the living room on the way. It was definitely one of my favorite pieces. A flame-like, red sculpture in one of the corners was definitely eye-catching, as well. Everything about the house was striking. I couldn't help comparing it with Gran's house, the Lady. They were total opposites on the spectrum of style and design.
The hallway soon opened onto a vast kitchen where a small, round woman stoo
