BRIZO | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

ELEVEN (II)

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE - I WANT THE KEY

The inside of the house screamed at my face calling me poor as soon as I stepped inside. The man closes the door behind us, and Pope and I share a worried look. He walks carefree, and gestures for us to move to another room - a tiny living room.

"Just wait in here. Ms. Limbrey will be right with you."

And he disappeared.

Natural light lights up the room from the windows. The living room is huge, compared to the Chateau. I look around me, and all I see is gold. Golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, adorned with crystals and subtle jewels. The style of the room was defined by the furniture and decorative elements, giving it a very baroque aesthetic look.

Walls were filled with painting and family pictures. But what caught my eye was the paintings. All of them showing scenes from the Bible. In every single one of them, a man who I assume is Jesus Christ, heals people with his touch.

Pope looks as curious as I do, staring at the bookshelf and all the books in it. I read the names on the spines. Divine Healing. Divine Miracles. Faith and Miracles.

I shake my head and look up to Pope. "What did we get ourselves into?" I say under my breath.

Footsteps approaching make us whip our heads, and move to a point where we could finally see Ms Limbrey. And once again, she's not what I was expecting. Although I don't know what I was expecting exactly.

Ms Limbrey is a tall, white woman. Her light blonde hair is carefully styled with a headband that reminds of the 60's. Her face looks younger than the rest of her body, surely due to lotions and plastic surgeries that only a Kook could afford.

Her eyes are blue, deep and rounded, and her fine done eyebrows make her always look like she knows something we don't. Her makeup is subtle. She's wearing gold earrings, and her clothes are silky and smooth. She's beautiful.

Mr Limbrey walks helping her legs with two crutches. I take a furtive look at a painting behind her - Jesus Christ helping a man stand.

"Mr. Heyward... and Miss Routledge..." Her voice is soft as velvet when she speaks. She sounds tired. "She chuckles softly. "I'm Carla Limbrey."

She struggles to walk to the armchair, but as she gets closer, I realize I was mistaken. She does look older up close. And her movements... She looks old and drawn, like if she was faded lace. Ms Limbrey looks like she's about to die.

"Uh, Pope. People call me Pope." He gestures to me, "And this is one of my best friends, Brizo."

"Have a seat." Ms Limbrey says, as she herself sits down.