Lady Vivian
This is not my story, but I believe it is one worth sharing. It begins with the purchase of my first home, an intriguingly designed Victorian house located on the outskirts of London. Upon my arrival a delightful archaic smell of Oakwood enchanted me. The rooms were designed with large windows filling the space with comforting warmth, and the walls were fashionably decorated with hints of Art Nouveau. I ventured off into my new home and was captivated in disbelief of its grand magnificence. Within a short period, I had stumbled upon the dim attic.
