Chapter 30 Seriously, what the fuck?

• Amberleigh popped her head out her bedroom door and made sure the coast was clear before she exited. Luckily, the white plush slippers she wore made her footfalls across the marbled floor fall quietly. She didn’t want to run into any members of Mr. Godwin’s staff, though many probably were not on the job yet this morning as it was only creeping towards half past six.
• She first tried her luck at the den, but much to her disappointment, Grayson was no longer there. She just hoped he hadn’t left for the office just yet. Amber didn’t know the layout of the penthouse, but luckily she heard voices echoing from what turned out to be the kitchen. She tiptoed down the hall. Amber held her breath as she peered into the kitchen, flattening herself the best she could near a white archway.
• The kitchen was gorgeous of course. Clean, and crisp, also with an antique feel. The walls were a canary yellow, bright and cheerful. Distressed, white cabinets, large farmhouse style sinks which you could see the plumbing beneath, and antique gas stove and oven. The room was lit up by brass, pendant lights hanging from the ceiling. Even the large refrigerator with the freezer on bottom was old. It had a pull handle and literally resembled a white ice box. Atop it sat a large circular motor, which whined as it powered the unit. The tile on the floor was a black and white mosaic pattern.