Alex

Sunday is here, and I’m excited to go to the polo match. I ‘ve never been to one, and I hope Mr. Crawford doesn’t make it horrible for me. I step out of the taxi after paying the driver and walk to Mr. Crawford's apartment complex. This is the first time I’m going to his house, and I’m curious to see how he lives. I’m sure it will scream ‘bachelor.’

I walk inside the building and take the elevator to the penthouse, no surprise there. He’s a rich man, and I’m sure he could afford to buy the whole building if he wanted. I step out of the elevator into a beautiful apartment, nothing like how I imagined.

His place screams money rather than bachelor. There’s a piano in the living room. It has floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and you can clearly see the full city landscape from up here. I walk further into the house, and on my right is a kitchen more beautiful than my house.

“Turn around,” a voice says from behind, startling me.

“Mr. Crawford,” I say once my brain recognizes the voice. “Y