“We’ll discuss it more later.” She says. Without saying anything else, she turns and heads back down the hallway and disappears down the stairs. I turn and find Caden watching me, hesitant and unsure.
“I’ll, uh, see you downstairs?” he asks. I laugh at his uncertainty, a blush staining my cheeks.
“Yes. I’ll see you downstairs.” I reply, smiling broadly at him. I turn and head into my room.
Once inside I’m stunned at the grand opulence that’s before me. The bed is huge and takes up a large portion of the space. The rest is taken up by a comfortable seating area, as well as a space off against a wall with a large bookshelf. The top shelves are jam packed with books while the lower shelves are literally overflowing with toys.
The furniture and carpets are all of very expensive make, the crown moldings intricate. It’s so unusual standing in the middle of a room so higher class than what I’m used to. It’s just like the master’s manor. It makes me uncomfortable to be here.
“It’s so pretty, mama!” Kails breathes, staring around with wide whining eyes. And then she catches sight of the toys and starts wriggling frantically to get down.
“Mama, I wanna play!” she cries when I won’t let her down, pushing against my shoulders with her small hands.
“No, sweetie. We’re going to go take a bath. You can play later after dinner.” I say, walking across the room and through a doorway opposite where we came in.
I find myself in a large, luxurious bathroom. I’m surprised at the immense size of the tub in front of me. It’s large enough to fit four or five people very easily.
There are pipes extended over one end of the tub. I know what they do in theory. Indoor plumbing is an extravagance I’ve heard of but never actually seen before.
I drop my bag by the door and walk over to the taps. Both of them are labeled in an elegant, curling script; one labeled hot and the other cold.
I twist the hot handle and am surprised when water comes pouring out of the center spout. The drain must already be plugged because water starts filling the tub fast. I adjust the cold tap until the water is steaming and toasty warm.
There is a shelf that runs along the edge of the tub covered in bottles and jars filled with soaps, salts, and oils. I spot a bottle of bubbles and joyously add a generous dollop of the thick pink foam to the water.
The bath quickly fills, the water obscured with mounds of bubbles much to Kails’ delight, and I strip the two of us down and we both sink gratefully into the tub.