CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DIANA

Bryan's house is unlike anything I've ever seen, from the open door to the wide hallway, the walls of the hallway, filled with photographs of children, obviously not his.

The hallway opens up to a living room by the left, and a kitchen, much bigger than my own living room, by the right. The living room has a beautiful fireplace, expensive drapes and furnitures, and a formal dining room by the corner.

The house is beautifully decorated with some bright flowers, it smells amazing, and there are few scented candles here and there.

“It's quite a place you've got here Bryan.” I say, slowly spinning to take in the view of the house.

I never got to see a home like this, let alone live in it, it looks like one of those homes where the whole family stays in together and live happily together. This place could house an entire extended family.

“Thanks, I got a few things for dinner, I'm cooking.” He says that smirking at me like he's trying to tell me he's very good at cooking.

“Want