#Chapter 215: The Formal Tour

“Come with me,” Gladys says, her eyes flitting between Caleb and me. “I’d be happy to give you a tour of my home.” “That would be very kind, thank you,” Caleb says, his voice dripping with false diplomacy. It matches Gladys’s own. “Thank you,” I say, softer. Gladys turns and slowly leads the way out of the sitting room. She uses a black walking cane as she walks, with a silver wolf head affixed to the top of it. As we pass by certain places, she lifts the cane to point. “Here we have the library,” she says, walking by an opened doorway. I barely have time to peek in or risk falling behind. With the butler following closely behind us, though, I know that falling too far behind is not an option. “Here is the dining room,” she says. “Not to be confused with the dining hall, which is where we host larger dinner parties.” The dining room seems plenty large on its own, but when I see the dining hall, my eyes go wide. The place is as big as a ballroom, which the estate also h