Diadem Manor

Okay, let's be fair.

There is absolutely no way I could have known this would happen. I live in the real world, where things like this just don't make sense.

I'm a normal twenty-one year old accountant. Err... fine ... I'm the assistant to the accountant. And yes, I'm struggling to make ends meet. But if that isn't the definition of "normal," then what is?

That's why I was there in the first place. Going to estate sales is how I furnish my apartment, afford nice clothes, and please the tiny shopaholic that exists within me. Walking into that old manor on Diadem Hill? That was me being smart. Frugal. That was me, Jenna Khan, needing a new blouse for my six-month review without a clue of what lay ahead.

You've already guessed it wasn't just a blouse, haven't you?