Chapter 77 Caroling By Candlelight

• According to the calendar, we arrived that night. I woke up in the most beautiful room. The room, with its harmonious interplay of white and olive, made me believe that we were in a hotel. When I managed to free myself from the luxurious softness of the bed, I stood by the window to take in the view.
• A glorious sighting of manicured grounds as far as the eye could see, confirming that we were on private property. A frozen Olympic-sized swimming pool, surrounded by Greek Doric pillars and semi-circular arches, lay beyond the greenery in the distance.
• I turned around to get a better look at the room as I stretched. The walls were painted in a pristine shade of white, a canvas of purity in which the carefully chosen furnishings and olive accents took centre stage.