Chapter 8 Ugly uniform

Maybe it had but Edward was no king but I was sure he liked to think so, considering how conceited he was.

I entered the house and marveled at its beauty. Almost everything in it was white in color. It was magnificent, as if it had been built for a king.

"You can wait for him on the couch," Grace told me. "I'm going back to the kitchen."

The long couch was so white and clean I was worried my clothes would leave stains even though they were equally clean. I decided to place my body on a flowered straight backed chair on the side and looked around the room, noting that it had been designed to be minimalist. I loved minimalist designs and I knew that if I ever bought a house, I'd apply that type of deign. I could not do that in my small New York bedroom unless I threw some of my belongings outside.

A few minutes later, I saw Edward descending the stairs. I stood up and waited to meet him because it seemed like the appropriate thing to do.

"Good morning, Mr. Carrington."