I would be lying if I say I am impressed with the interior of the house. It is beautiful, remarkably beautiful but it is lifeless.
It is spotless and everything looks like it has been put there for your eyes to see and admire. Every single piece of furniture looks like it is meticulously planned, from colour to placement.
Dear goddess, even the colour of the carpet must have been dyed an exact shade of red to match the aesthetic…. It is like a show.
A drama. The set of a movie.
Nothing here is real.
As I walk through the vast halls with high ceilings that are adorned with intricate paintings, I wish I am somewhere else.
Even my room has more attitude than this museum that is pretending to be a home.
I spot the triplet's parents, Mr and Mrs Valois. They are sitting on two gran
