I Am Married! I Can't Think Like That.

Emelia walked towards the luxurious mansion, holding a black suitcase with her right hand and her car keys with her left hand. She had parked her red car inside the driveway. It wasn't her favorite vehicle, but she didn't care about it, as long as it got her where she needed to be.

The night was cold and windy, and the sky was clear with stars, but Emelia's mind was focused solely on her task. She stepped onto the porch with grace, and her high heels clacked against the concrete of the porch, announcing her arrival.

Soon, Emelia stopped in front of the large, wooden double doors, taking a moment to admire their craftsmanship. Then, with her left hand, she reached for the doorbell, pressed it twice, and waited for the answer.