STEYN.

From a close up distance, Luke pointed out the Walker's house to me. It was the only building on that lane and the most outstanding.

The Walker's house sat prettily on a lonely lane called oakwood. From here, I could see the roofing sheet, shoot high and proud.

The tall trees standing flamboyantly and proudly, seemed to shrink as we got closer.

The entire floor was made of marble and the walls that held up the gate were made of mahogany wood.

"Their home is beautiful." I muttered.

"You should come here at night." Luke smiled. "It's even more beautiful then.'

"Why is that?" I asked.

"The house seems to glow and the blue color of the glass house radiates." He told me.

"Oh, it's a glass house?" I asked.

"Haven't you noticed?" He asked, and as if a thought just occurred to him, he looked me over. "You're short. I forgot."

"Don't spoil the mood." I warned. "Drive faster, so I get a clearer view."

The gates opened when we got close and closed when we were inside.

From here, I got a clear vie