Now, Louis sat in the small parlor room sipping on the tea he had been served.
"It's a lovely place you have here; I wonder why I haven't visited before." He told Philippa.
"Because you have never been invited over." She replied flatly.
Louis's eyes surreptitiously moved around the house as he said, "Not even a single portrait." He faced her again. "Do you not also find that suspicious as well?" he implied. His eyes stared intensely at the councilwoman, wondering if she was an angel like Annabelle.
Now that he considered it, there was little to no information he knew about Philippa. Even her last name appeared to be a mystery.
The councilman recalled what Norman claimed to have seen thirteen years ago, 'I saw her glow.' He had said that day. And now he studied Philippa intently, his eyes briefly shifting to Belle, waiting to catch a glow in either of their faces.
