I step off from our ride to her home which was incredible in size.
Her house was grand and white with stairs that lead up towards the two large double doors. Our bags were handled into Milan’s household.
She steps off of the car we were in, her eyes covered with the dark shades that block me from seeing her perfect hazels. I lower my head as I follow behind her. She seemed quiet throughout the ride back home, so I never attempted to speak up through most of it.
I walk up the white, granite steps to her home. As the doors open wide, my eyes widen in awe. I was amazed by the grandeur of her home, wide and spacious. Walls covered in a decor of sleek and silver. Marble floors adorn underneath your feet. A chandelier that hangs above our heads glistened as the windows on the ceilings allowed
