Stepping inside the house, it was exactly how James expected it would be… just empty.
It was a straightforward feeling, and he only stepped through the door into the foyer, but the emptiness was too obvious. There wasn't the scent that was always in the house, that flowery smell, the same flower his mother cared for. She always put it in, to let the scent go around the house, the smell of laundry detergent, the smell of a home.
There wasn't any… not a single smell that would just say it was a home, that somebody was living in it, and even Charlotte herself noticed it.
"It is empty." She said, as even for her it was strange. She didn't know the feeling she could put into words, but she felt it the same as her old home.
The time she lived at the Lucian house, and how empty it had been, no soul truly understood her, or cared about her. The staff were there for the money, and everyone else… she was just on her own in that big mansion,.. and this was the same.
