The mansion's large windows let in the morning sun which splattered golden light on the marble floors.
Everything glistened including the silver-framed pictures, the chandeliers and the glass tables.
Carson felt nothing even though everything appeared to be perfect. Bridget stood by the mirror across the room fiddling with a diamond earring.
Like it was admiring itself, her reflection grinned back at her. She held a perfume bottle in one hand while wearing a pale gold silk robe.
“How do I look?” she asked
“You always look good.”He remarked
She pivoted her heels making a faint clicking sound on the ground.
“Not just good. Be truthful. Am I beautiful?” she inquired.
“Yes. You look fantastic.”He said softly
She smiled happily with the response.
“I was expecting that,” she rem
