392 Estate Tour

(Winona)

As we step into the grand entry hall, the sheer opulence of the estate has Lisa’s jaw dropping and Lance running a hand over the polished marble walls, his eyes wide.

Staff are stationed at every corner, poised and ready to cater to our every need. For once, I let it happen. I know Lisa and Lance will enjoy being treated like royalty.

“Would you like some canapés prepared, ma’am?” a well-dressed server inquires with a respectful nod.

Lisa perks up. “Canapés? Yes, please! And a glass of bubbly wouldn’t hurt.”

“Sparkling water for me,” I add, smiling. “And whatever Lance wants.”

“Beer,” he grins, clearly taken aback by the attention. “Whatever the local drop is. Ice-cold and keep them coming. If that’s okay?”

The staff nod and disappear into the kitchen to fetch our requests, and I notice Lisa practically bouncing beside me, loving the special treatment.

Lance looks like a kid in a candy store, wandering around in awe of every detail from the frescoed ceilings to the antique fu