Alexander

The Valmont estate didn't appear on any modern map. The road to it wound through centuries-old trees, and the wrought-iron gates looked as if they hadn't been opened since the days when people still wrote letters with quills.

It was Tuesday when the girl received a letter in her email.
From a notary. Certified. It turned out her great-aunt had left her an estate as an inheritance! Only half, though. The girl had never seen her grandmother herself.

The apartment's lease was coming to an end, and the landlord had also raised the price, so the idea of ​​moving into a house immediately came to mind.

• So what? Fresh air, no rent, just a trip!

The girl didn't take into account that she only got half.

A week later, she was standing at the gate's threshold with her suitcase, inspired by the sight. Reaching out to knock, she noticed someone peering suspiciously out the window, and then, in a split second, they were right in front of her.

– You stink from three blocks away! What are you doing here? What do you mean you own half the house? Ugh! Later! My head hurts, throw out that perfume, it smells like a dream I never had of an apartment.

The man turned away and went into the house, but left the door open, apparently for further conversation. Alexander was accustomed to being understood at a glance.