She’d drifted in and out of sleep when she’d first gone to bed, but had become wide awake at three o’clock and had stayed that way since. Had she not been afraid of running into Victoria, she would have gotten up and wandered around the house. She’d never seen a house like this one, not even in magazines. The few rooms she and David had walked through when they arrived last night were filled to overflowing with old furniture. There were heavy curtains at the windows and gaudy oriental rugs on the floors. It was like walking through an antiques store—not quite as crowded, but close. When he’d taken her to her room, David had promised a full guided tour of the rest of the house in the morning. Andrea had her fingers crossed that the rooms she’d seen were for show and that the rest of the house would be a little more modern, like within the last century. She’d noticed some Christmas things sitting around the rooms she’d seen, but nothing compared to the way her mother decorated for the holidays.
