Chapter 151 Harsh words

The door loomed before Stacy, its unassuming wooden frame hiding a mystery that seemed to beckon her closer.

 The dim lighting of the hall cast soft shadows around her, adding an air of intrigue. She placed her hand on the doorknob, testing it gently, only to find it locked. 

"Hmph," she muttered under her breath, her curiosity intensifying. She glanced down and noticed a small foot mat just in front of the door. Acting on a hunch, she knelt and lifted the edge of the mat. 

Sure enough, a small brass key lay hidden beneath it. She smirked, feeling a sense of accomplishment, before picking it up and fitting it into the lock. 

The door creaked softly as it swung open, revealing a room bathed in muted light from a single window. 

The faint scent of roses and daisies wafted out, immediately enveloping her senses. She stepped inside cautiously, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow.