Quickly, Linda rushed back to the bed and felt its softness a little bit more. Before being reminded that she would have to leave. After an hour of passing time thoughtfully, she got up again, made the bed, and walked to the bathroom.

"Oh! My God!'' She was again shocked by its massiveness. She had seen luxuries during her time in Milan as a model, but she had not found a single bathroom that looked like this. The mirrors, the towels, the soups, the tab, quickly, she got into the tub and washed her body with all soaps.

This must be his wife's room. She thought, at the sight of other expensive dresses that were on the hungers. He surely doesn't seem old enough to father a daughter big enough to wear clothes this size, but his wife could.

She concluded that his wife would just deal with the fact that she was dressed in her clothes when she met Linda or bumped into her somewhere in this huge palace, and if she is the picky sensitive type, maybe she would just give Linda the dress. For that matter, Linda wore one of the expensive ones so that if rejected by the lady of the house, she would walk away with something expensive. After combing her hair, she went and walked around the bedroom, ensuring if everything was intact. Then she decided that she would give herself a tour after here before finding something to eat. This house's vastness was incredible and she was convinced that eventually, she would land on something here that would spark her creativity and get her back to work.

By the time she finished to take her tour, it was a quarter to 5pm and for someone who had woke up at mid-day, the timing was incredible. It was worth it and where was he? Had she been kidnapped by some stranger and locked up in some mansion like one of the girls she had read about? Although for her case, Linda could vow she would as much love to be kidnapped and lavished in a place like this. To her, it would not be abduction. It would be luxury. The place was big and beautiful. She had seen the gallery, and what seemed like a drawing room. Then she had been to the living room. Four other vast bedrooms and bathrooms, numerous corridors, plus doors that seemed strange she would be damned to open them by herself. Their vastness was a mystery.

She had also gone to the gym downstairs, glared at the make-up center, the indoor swimming pool by the lounge, what seemed like a mini bar close to what she called the lobby, a library, a study room, a kitchen, plus lots of wine and oils from one of the compartments in the basement. That was where she was coming from now. With a bottle of vinegar in her hands. She'd loved vinegar. Her grandmother had always used it for cooking in almost all the meals she would prepare for them on those family visits.




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