Author's Note
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The door opened and we were greeted by a man in a black professional suite. He looked around in his 50's and I guessed straight away he was the butler. He wasn't the snobby kind though. You could see the friendliness and the kindness in his eyes as he smiled at us.
"Ashton, Sophia, Jason welcome home," the man said opening the door for them to come in, the British accent rolling off his tongue.
"Nice to see you again Alfred," Sophia said taking off her black fur coat and handing it to him. Then she bent down to unfasten her little brothers navy blue coat.
She pushed Jason's coat into Alfred's hands and he bent down and whispered something into her ear. She then nodded and took Jason's hand and dragged him down the hall and turned into a room.
"Ah, and you must be Brooklyne, the exchange student from America," he smiled knowingly. " Would you like me to take your jacket?"
"Oh yes please, thank you sir," I said sliding my jacket of my shoulders and handing it to him.
"Oh there is no need for you to call me sir. I would prefer it if you could call me by my first name, Alfred. That is how everyone addresses me here."
"OK, thank you Alfred."
"My pleasure," he said then turned to Ashton. "Your mother has the usual 'thing' sorted in the cream room so you know what to do," he winked and turned away to put our belongings away.
"Oh great. Here we go," Ashton sighed and straightened up. "Come on Pay-" he shook his head to get himself in the right mood and rectified his mistake, "Brooklyne, you are in for a surprise."
We began to walk ahead and Alfred called after me.
"I hope you enjoy your stay at this wonderful home!"
My stay?! Maybe he just means the time I am spending here for the dinner.
I shook the thought out of my head and put a huge smile on my face as I followed Ashton slowly down the same path Sophia and Jason took not long ago.
"What's with naming the rooms?" I asked during our short walk.
"All the living rooms are all white and have a certain colour which all the accessories are the colour of," Ashton explained quickly. "Like the cream room we're heading towards. There is one wall which is cream and the rest are all white. The carpet is white and stuff like the sofas, frames, clocks, curtains etcetera are all cream. Only bits and pieces will be a colour like black, gold or brown to make the room look ... well ... less creamy I suppose. I guess it's just the way my mother and her designer like to work."
We took a turn at the end of the hall and entered a room which was much like the way Ashton described.
Everything was decorated with the colour cream apart from the walls and carpet. It was large and I guessed it was one of the main rooms where the guests are taken to. There was a fire place against the cream wall which was the first wall that is seen as you walk into the room. Above the fire place was pictures of children and family photos that hung on the wall in dark wood-brown picture frames. On either side of the fire place were two tall matching plants that were held in black vases. In the middle of the room, on top of the white carpet, was a large black rug that spread out beneath two large and comfortable looking L-shaped sofas that were cream. They were both opposite each other with an antique coffee table sat in between the two. Then to the far end of the left side of the room were similar sofas placed against a wall that was opposite a large flat screen TV. There were also beanbags scattered around that area and a smaller replicate of the antique coffee table tucked against the wall. To the far end of the right side of the room was a wall that held two French doors that seemed to cover most of the white wall. The French doors looked as thought they led into a posh looking and well kept garden. The two French doors had dark wood-brown blinds on them that were drawn upwards to let the natural light shine into the room.
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