Tara silently followed Cain into the mansion. The mansion was spacious, with grey and black as its theme. Tara looked at the house in utter astonishment before turning to Cain and saying, "Cain Wood, would you call this a house or a funeral home?"
"Huh?" Cain replied in confusion.
Tara touched the bridge of her nose in exasperation as she said, "Huh? At least a funeral home may have some colour, which is white, but yours is completely done for." She finished with a light chuckle.
Upon seeing Tara laugh, Cain smiled as he watched her with a doting expression.
After a while, he walked towards her and bent down to her height. Their faces were now inches apart as he whispered, "I never bothered with these things because I didn't care. But since you're in my life now, why don't you actually put some colour into my world, since you've already done so in my heart?"
Tara gasped in shock at what Cain had just said.
