Serena Summers took Lucas Shaw to her room.
Her room was the best one in the entire villa, specially reserved for her by her master and senior brothers, who doted on her.
The decoration inside also had a very girly style.
As soon as he stepped in, Lucas Shaw smelled the familiar sweet scent, identical to that of Serena Summers.
Looking around, he felt a throbbing in his chest.
So, this was where Serena Summers had lived for many years.
He could almost picture the little girl growing up slowly from a half-grown kid.
There was a large French window in the room, facing south, with sunlight pouring in, warm and comfortable.
The curtains were being blown by the breeze, swaying continuously.
Against the wall, there was a large cabinet filled with various unusual little trinkets.
It seemed out of place with the rest of the room's decor.
Lucas Shaw walked over and stopped in front of that cabinet and looked inside.