The Paintings on the Wall

Aurora POV:

I stopped on the front porch and looked down at my black loafers, worn with knee-high hose. I grimaced because one of them was scuffed. But, I reasoned, Michael was going to be more interested in the rest of me than in my shoes. I straightened my purse’s shoulder strap over my shoulder and walked resolutely to my old but reliable car.

It was the first time I was going to his house, I'd never had a reason to be there before, and it never occurred to find out where my boss lives.

It wasn't hard to find it, I followed the description to the last detail and there I was in front of his house.

Michael was on the front porch of his house when I drove up.

I marveled at how big the house was, I knew he was financially well off but not this rich. It had gingerbread patterned woodwork and a real turret room. The whole thing was painted white, brilliant and new looking, and there was a porch swing and rocking chairs on the long, wide front porch. There were bird feeders everywhere. I