Tesa pushed the door open and paused. Her breath caught in her throat as she soaked in the glorious and phenomenal transformation. The boring dinner room had been turned into a mini heaven. The metallic gold wallpapers were shimmering from lights coursing down from the new chandelier hanging from the roof. The mean looking table had been replaced by a medium sized expensive table made from polished wood which stood firmly under the weight of the array of dishes and flanked by two high backed chairs with appealing  cushions. The unrestrained splash of wealth and sophistication was breathtaking and it would be a crime to conceal her appreciation of the stylish and tasteful interior decoration.

It was 3am and my heart was pounding out  of control as I took another step towards that door. My plan was simple: charge into the room, take out the enemy and rescue my bride. A surprised opponent is already half-defeated and whoever had been making all that ruckus in my mansion was obviously not expecting me to be awake. With my gun aimed at the door, I inched closer. The foamy rugs hushed my approaching footsteps. Sweat streamed down my tense face, through the soft hairs on my bare chest to the band's of my PJ. Charging into the room might put my bride at risk, was the thought that raced through my bemused mind. If whoever was making her yelp like that had not already hurt her, then rushing into the room might make them harm her. I hesitated.