Cursed Snow Globe
'Oh goodness! That—why is it here as well?! That snow globe! It's really…' Elliot covered his mouth despite the sudden tremors from his hand.
Now that it has got his attention, he couldn't help but be drawn to it; something clawed him to get it, but he did his best not to do so. Only then could he hope for Anasthasia the best for her to take notice of it.
They have been here for who knew how long, but it was surprisingly filled with warm luminescence that basked them from the chandeliers that hang from such high ceilings.
Eleanor had her eyes locked onto Anasthasia's reaction, but she seemed to have a hard time reading as she continued to put up a straight face.
Which meant she took a stop of her struts and faced her. "So, are there any of these you have taken a fancy?"
"There are a couple."
"A couple out of all these prized treasures?" Her eyes flickered from her response. "Very well, I'm all ears upon listing them all."