Stephen Bloom's house was right next door to theirs, but the inside was a world apart. Never mind the quality of the building materials; even the furniture was made from expensive, solid wood.
It felt more like walking into a magnificent, gilded exhibition hall, reeking of new money. Her eyes full of venom, Sharon Caldwell was about to lead Flora Bloom upstairs to Tianna Bloom's room when Flora stopped her.
"Wait."
As she spoke, Flora Bloom confidently made her way to Stephen Bloom's cellar as if she'd been there a hundred times.
'Damn. The very tiles in this cellar were glittering gold. There were twenty to thirty jars of Daughter's Red, and every single one was much larger than the jars at her own house.'
'And that wasn't all. The floor was piled high with sacks of rice and flour, fine grains, cured meats, and sausages. There were also jars filled with pickled radishes and cabbage.'
