Ignite me (A collection of Short Stories)
The mansion isn't visible yet, and I keep looking around, knowing in my gut that I am being watched.
Halfway in, a security man approaches me. “Miss Rodriguez, follow me,” he says calmly, already turning away.
I do as I am told.
Getting closer to the mansion, my mouth opens in awe because it looks so dreamlike, like something made out of a TV. How can one man own all of this?
He leads me inside, and the interior is more beautiful than I imagine. The floors feel too precious for my cheap seventy-dollar heel I got from a target market. The whole place is flashy, with immaculate staircases rising elegantly.