15. Tossing A Grenade

“Let’s go,” like an icy wind. Alex’s words went through her flesh, and she nodded. Like a lost puppy, she followed him into the house.

Relax, Anita; they won’t kill you. What’s the worst that could happen? His family might not like you, but that’s his problem, not yours. Maybe he will let you go if his family disapproves of you. She kept repeating this as a mantra as she walked through the doors.

As they entered through the front door, there was a grand hallway. The wallpaper was some Roman and Greek themes in the frieze on the ceilings and walls. She entered the foyer and gazed around at the beauty displayed before her. White walls, golden chandeliers, and antique furniture graced her, making her wonder if her feet were clean enough to walk on the shiny floor and carpets, undoubtedly made from the finest materials. The house looked like a cut-out from Architectural Digest magazine.

Everything seemed to be the color white, the floors, sofas, and house interiors. The hallway flowed int