CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN (The Villa Cont...)

I followed Mr. Jones closely as he stepped into the main sitting room, he turned and smiled at me.

“This is the sitting room, Master Lucas has not sat on any of these coaches since he came to Texas. He had one beautiful smile that got me jealous.

“Why so?” it was odd to hear that the owner of the house has not sat on any of his coaches before. Mr. Jones smiled more before he turned towards the staircase. He claps his hands together as he took the first step. I notice the sitting room light first, it was made of shiny stones, and diamonds. I watched as it sparkled with different colors on the high, cast ceiling, which brought a sense of stillness and comfort to the room. I slowly dropped my eyes at the coaches Mr. Jones was talking about, it was four. All with matching gold feet and hand rest. It was simple and classic.

“You know, Mrs. Dowell, Master Lucas is a very busy man. He spends most of his nights in the office. I have worked for the Dowell family since as a boy, and I must sa