His Home 2

As making towards the manor, Emily awed in its exquisite. The walls were beautifully carved and glistered with diamond powder. The floor was made with white marble with glass decoration. Ceiling held high and chandelier hanging practically shone like a golden sun, bright and brilliant. The room was decorated brilliantly giving a royal experience. Various paintings of renowned artists lined up with delicate vase and rocky sculptures.

She wondered how many people they would be needing to keep this place so flawless. She was immersed in the surrounding with an absent-minded mind that she forgot to notice that she was going to be tripped down. But was warned by the butler who helped her to get back her balance. With a professional smile butler said, 'Miss Stark, Mrs Blake is waiting for you. Please go ahead.' while pointing towards the door.

Regaining her composure Emily gave a soft knock on the door. 'Please come in!' a strong but sweet voice came behind the door.

Gently pushing the door, Emily went in. The room was elegant, curtains partly closed and a sweet smell filled the room. The room comprised of a coach and two comfortable chairs with a tea table in between and a desk at corner.

In the midst of this decorum of the room sat an woman in her late sixties, elegant and proud. She looked beautiful in her purple dress and diamond jewelry which so far complimented her royalty. She held high even in her wrinkled face giving around the aura of a patriarch. But amidst her proud and royal appearance, her eyes were quite gentle and shone kindness. She was just perfect.

Emily wondered if she would be 1% of her how great it would be. She had heard so many wonderful things about Grandma Blake. She was from a noble family and was married into highly influential family, she not only made chaos in Blake family to end but also made it to top most family in the country.

Admiring Mrs. Blake, Emily gave a small bow and said gently 'Good morning Mrs. Blake.'

Grandma Blake didn't changed her expression and said in cold voice, 'Good morning Miss Stark. But I hope you call me grandma next time. '

'Sure, sure.'

'Well I shall ask the butler to show you your room. Make yourself at home, okay? I don't want you to live here like an guest, so be comfortable. Go and take a rest, we will meet for lunch later.'

'Okay grandma. Thanks a lot and sorry for troubling you.'

'Hmmm'

Emily just turned from the room and saw the butler standing outside.

'Miss Stark, this way please.'

'Okay'

Climbing bunch of stairs Emily finally got up to the third floor and was assigned a beautiful room with a lake view.

The room had a big bed in the middle, a dressing table, a small study table and chair assembled in balcony. Everything was perfect.

'Miss Stark, please take rest. I shall give you tour of mansion later.' saying this butler made his way.

Laying on the massive bed Emily went into the thoughts.