Pamela's POV
The big house was really still as he guided me down the hall. Ambrose went on ahead with his normal, sure steps, his hand held nicely behind his back, like a man showing off his amazing house.
He walked like he had decided to give a tour f the large house to me, since I came, lie he wanted to spend time with me.
I walked behind him, my steps making noise on the shiny floors, and the quiet felt like it was closing in on us.
When he pushed the big doors to the eating room open, I almost fell back.
The room was full of fancy items. Both things that were needed and things that were not needed.
Shiny lights hung from above, and their light sparkled on gold-covered walls. The table was so long it could fit fifty people, and it was polished until it looked like a mirror.
Fancy silverware shined as it was perfectly placed, and a bunch of fresh roses made the air smell sweet.
But it didn't feel warm or friendly. There was no happy talking or noise.
Only him.
