During the short time that Emily had lived in the Manor, she had never really paid attention to the ball room or even walked through it that many times. This time though, it was a lazy Sunday afternoon and she wasn't busy to go anywhere or do anything.
The woman in her short denim skirt and black t-shirt carrying her laptop now stood in the middle of the room, looking around drinking every detail and every ornament into her. It felt unbelievable to live in a place such as this! Even though she had no clue of art history, she still found herself admiring the beautiful wide mirror. Eventually that lead to her turning around in front of it, cheking if her hair was alright and if her skirt still fit her the same way as it had when she left her apartment. Women!