Eleanor's POV
When Keith had said "movie room," I was not expecting an actual, professional-grade cinema. But that was precisely what I found myself in, located in the east wing of the building on the ground floor.
The room was vast and opulent. Rows of plush, blakelvet seats tiered upwards, complete with generous armrests and cup holders. The electric lights were dimly lit, casting a soft, warm glow from sconces along the walls, their light reflecting off the intricate, gilded patterns in the wallpaper. Overhead, the ceiling was a dark, muted blue, mimicking a night sky. The massive screen, easily the size of a small wall, was already on, displaying a gentle, swirling screensaver that cast shifting hues of indigo and silver across the room.
Keith gently led me into a row, and I sank into one of the incredibly comfortable seats, the cushion sighing softly under my weight. "I… I wasn't really expecting this," I managed to say, my voice a little hushed in the grandeur of the space.
