Anna's POV

We got out of there and went into the dinning room. Fuck. Just fuck. My description of the place would never be up to par. Just when I thought I couldn't get enough of the architectural masterpiece in the living room, the dining room made me mad.

There's no way it wasn't a museum.

More paintings hung on the wall, consisting of things that had deeper meanings with the plenty of chandeliers that hung on the ceiling. When I finally let myself stare at any other place but the ceiling and walls, I came face to face with the table itself.

The most expensive interior in the world....