As they stepped into the foyer, Zafron's eyes widened, trying to take in the sheer magnificence of the interior. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, their light dancing off polished marble floors. Priceless artwork adorned the walls, each piece probably worth more than everything Zafron owned. Which when put into perspective wasn't a lot to begin with.
'Well, doesn't this make a guy feel inadequate,' Zafron thought wryly. 'I bet even their broom closets are fancier than my entire house.'
Cassandra led him through a series of rooms, each more stunning than the last. A library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a music room with instruments Zafron had never even seen before, and a ballroom that could easily fit hundreds of guests.
"This house has been in my family for generations," Cassandra explained as they walked. "I'm the last of the Beaumont line now, the sole heiress."