Iyisha slowed at the entrance without meaning to as she stepped inside and looked around. The floor beneath her was smooth and polished, and the chandelier above gave off a steady warm light that reflected under her feet.
She moved forward and felt the rug under her shoes, thick and placed along the path where people actually walked.
A long table stood against the wall with fresh flowers arranged in a glass vase, the stems cut evenly and the petals full. A tray sat beside it with glasses lined up clean and untouched.
A couch rested near the corner with light fabric pulled tight over it, with cushions arranged and a folded throw placed over the arm.
The house looked expensive.
Darius' place in Whitewater felt rough compared to this.
Iyisha stepped closer to the flowers and touched one lightly.
"My wife wants fresh flowers every day," Arnulf said from behind her as he stepped into view holding a glass of dark liquid. "Cognac?"
