She moved carefully the next day down the halls of the mansion. Such estate was literally a world in itself, vast and bigger than one could think, and silent.

One could smell power and wealth from every part of the house, from the crystal chandeliers overhead to the windows that looked at the perfectly manicured gardens.

The ceilings were dauntingly lofty with elaborate ornate, and the air perfumed with the faintest scent of polished wood and expensive cologne.

It had its beauty, but it was distinctively chilling.

And she felt it was not meant for her.

Not because she was not worthy, no, she refused to believe that.

But because...