I grin. “Okay, Ezra.”
I follow him into the house, taking in the place. It’s huge with a beautiful layout, but it definitely needs some updating.
“What do you think?” He stops, standing beside me in the foyer. His woodsy cologne smells nice. It fits him.
“I think we might have our work cut out for us bringing it back into this century.”
He laughs. “What, you’re not a fan of the 80s glass brick?”
“I can’t say that I am.”
“Hey now,” a female voice says from behind me.
I spin around to find an attractive couple. The female looks to be in her early forties. Her eyes are a beautiful hazel color, and her dark brown hair is in those messy beach waves that’s popular, with a side part. She’s dressed in a black sleeveless designer dress and stellar heels.
The guy with her was only slightly older, maybe mid-forties. He was about 5’10, lean with a clean-cut look. The salt and pepper in his hair made him look distinguished.
“I know you two are young, but don’t talk too much junk about the 80s.” Her laughter tells me she’s joking.
“Tiffany, I’d like you to meet my sister, Lauren, and her husband, Benjamin.” Ezra introduces his sister and brother-in-law.
I walk over to them with my hand out. “Hi, I’m Tiffany Basille.”
The sister looks me up and down, and a slow smile fills her face. “You are a stunning young lady. Isn’t she stunning, Ben?” She takes my hand and pulls me in for a hug. Her perfume is fruity and expensive smelling.
“That she is, Darling.” Ben stares at me with a warm smile.
“Sorry,” she says, pulling back from the hug. “I’m a hugger.”
“No problem.” I rake a hand down my black dress pants nervously.
Ben steps forward and takes my hand in a brief handshake. When he’s done, he steps back and immediately returns to his place beside his wife.
“My brother was so adamant about hiring you, Ms. Best. Now I see why.” She winks at Ezra, who turns bright red.
“Lauren,” he warns. “She’s married.”
She chuckles, waving her hand through the air. “Married or not, every woman likes to know that she’s desired. Right, Tiffany?”
Her question catches me off guard.
“Um, sure.” I say, not knowing exactly how to answer that. Ezra’s blue eyes cut to me and soften. I quickly scramble to clean up my words. “But he’s right. I am married.”
“Happily?” Lauren asks.
Again, I freeze. She laughs.
“I’m kidding. Sorry, Ezra will tell you I am the jokester of the family. Used to drive him crazy when we were younger.”
“Still does.” Ezra rakes a hand through his hair nervously.
Lauren was much bubblier than her brother. You can tell they both are very well off. Lauren alone is wearing thousands of dollars in clothes and jewelry. And I’m standing in the foyer of a million-dollar home. However, they don’t strike me as the type that grew up rich. In my opinion, you could always tell the people that grew up with wealth. They held themselves differently, a little stiffer even when they’re friendly. They always held a bit of that haute nature. Ezra and his sister are too relaxed, too informal.
“Trust me,” Benjamin says, placing his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “You will get used to her humor.”
I chuckle, easing the tension.
Lauren claps her hands together. “Well, let’s get this show on the road. I can’t wait to hear your ideas. Ezra, why don’t you lead the way?”
