Chapter 40

Mimie stared at the ever-so-impressive building with obvious uncertainty, battling on whether she was making the right decision or not. But if she had made it up to that point it simply meant one thing. She wanted it.

After scrutinizing her surroundings, she bee-lined across the highway where she poorly blended with the elegantly dressed clients walking in and out of the once upon a time unhabitable Cold Spring's constructions that no one dared to near at whatever time of the day as it was reportedly haunted by the furiously disturbed spirits of the prime proprietor. And now it was the most beautiful edifice Cold Spring was known for. The place on its own was a touristic sight to forever remember. 

When her grandma mentioned that it once belonged to the Vladimirs in the early years of the small town, she didn't doubt it a bit.

'The curtains had drastically descended on the family,' Mimie thought as she made her way to the porcelain receptionist. 

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