Sweet Lila's Game
As Anastasia walked through the gardens, she admired the beautiful night-blossoming jasmine and jacaranda, the fragrance of which wafted in the air with the chilly air. It floated down the path and into the manor's corridors. Flanked by the guards, Darla and Kaizan, she crossed the corridors and entered a lobby that had several paintings. She gave them a cursory look—a cacophony of colors against gray and black and navy backgrounds. Anastasia felt compelled to look at the paintings that were inlay wood. She walked closer to them feeling a sense of unease.
"Do you like them?" asked Darla in almost a whisper.