The entrance hall enchanted her the minute she saw it. A vivid picture entered her mind as she looked around. Walking through the rooms, listening to the click of her high heels on the marble floor gave her images .The elegant ladies holding their champagne glasses and laughing at the handsome gentlemen's jokes. The chef bustling in the fancy kitchen to get all of the delicious delicacies for the enchanting guests.
The six bedrooms upstairs were all exceptionally large and well furnished. The main bedroom contained a small balcony overlooking the backyard. The elegant queen sized four poster bed was engraved with elaborate carvings. The story of a fairyland seemed to be told. The head contained fairies with dramatic butterfly wings and small faces framed with long flowing hair. The posts were decorated with vines and lovely flowers that appeared to be mid bloom. The gossamer curtain flowed around the bed like a protective fog. A large antique vanity table with a dusty looking mirrors hovering above it rested across the room from the bed. The master bedroom was the only one with an attached bedroom. All of the bathrooms had marble counters with large baths.
She knew that it was too large for her, the extra bedrooms would never be used. Cleaning it on her own would a hard task but despite al these reasons she knew that for some reason she needed the house. Quistis noted that the Realtor looked especially nervous as she approached.
" How much do they want for it."
"Well you see if it doesn't sell the owners are going to knock it down so the price is exceptionally low for a home of this size and quality.
To skip beating around the bush it is quite expensive."
The Realtor was attempting to stay cool but Quistis could tell that she was shaken by the thought of such a beautiful house being destroyed.
Quistis sighed, " How expensive are we talking about here?"
The Realtor twitched, " 250 grand to be exact. I know that's steep but maybe you should look at the backyard and the rest of the house before deciding."
Quistis was reluctant but agreed after looking around at the entrance hall with the dramatic winding staircase at the center of the room leading to the upstairs. The left of the staircase was a door, which lead to a music room that contained a piano and other antique musical instruments. Directly across from the music room was a an old fashioned
Sitting room. Like the rest of the house it was decorated with antique Victorian style furniture. It contained two bookcases with old and withered looking books. Directly across from one another laid two elegant couches. Chairs sat in front of the fireplace with its beautiful redwood mantle. Hanging above the mantle was a dramatic painting of a flower field over looking a beach .It was very well done and looked quite expensive. The room also contained two dirty and smoggy looking French doors, which led to the backyard.
The backyard was a little fairy tale all in its own. Leading away from the small patio lay a stone pathway weaving through the garden. Willow trees guarded the path, which rarely strayed. Small pathways disconnected at times to lead to a rose garden, which dominated the air of the entire house, and garden. The main path led to a small lake that currently appeared as more of a bog then a lovely lily pad lake, which Quisits assumed, was what it was supposed to be. Despite being unkempt and overgrown the garden still held a certain enchantment. Quistis realized that restoring the house and the garden would cost a pretty penny. The stone benches in the rose garden and by the lake were smothered in a disgusting mold. An unattractive smell seeped from the big and covered the roses. Quistis knew that if she restored the roses and turned her enchanted bog into a lake the house would smell of roses and not dead frog. The ribbiting however told her the frogs were far from dead. Standing there by the bog imagining the house in its former glory Quistis realized that she had to have the house and that 103 grand was nothing compared to the joy and fulfillment this home could bring her.
Quistis found the Realtor standing by the back patio smiling at her as she admired the garden.
" It could be a perfect fairy tale home if it was given to the right princess. Please Miss Trepe don't let this castle be knocked down. All it needs is a little love and imagination." The Realtor smiled weakly at her trying with all her might to keep her composure.
" I'll take it." Quistis couldn't stop herself from saying it and even if she did she knew she would regret it.
" May I ask the owners are selling it?"
The Realtor seemed much too happy to put back on her phony buy it please smile. This smile was genuine.
" The owners mother lived in it for many years and he says that it has too much up keeping and expenses to keep. His mother was very old when she died and the owner himself is quite old now so he believes that if he just lives there alone it would be quite a waste. Said to sell it to someone young and who will love it. I do believe I have found the right girl. Now I just want you to know that if you need help finding replacements or anything else for the house I'll be happy to help. Help with anything you just call." The Realtor seemed genuinely excited and spoke very fast. Thankfully Quistis caught it all.