It was raining, only a light rain but rain nonetheless. It spattered against the windows and Rose found herself wishing that her guests could arrive on a sunny day, but the weather had thought differently and she supposed she had no right to object it. Instead Rose focused on dusting away the few last little specks of dust in the lobby of the McDunn mansion. Everything had to be perfect. She wanted to make a lasting impression on these people, she wanted them to tell stories of how they had loved it at the quaint little place and soon the stories of her would spread and she would get even more guests. To Rose this was all about the business, and her business was making people like her home and want to come back again.
Once she was sure the lobby was clean she stood in the middle of it and let her eyes drift over the large staircase that split off into two at the end of the lobby. The stair cases led up to the rooms as well as a common room for all of them to socialize. To her left was the library where they were also encouraged to gather and to the right the kitchen and her own little room in the house. Smiling to herself she knew that the house was ready.
She put away her cleaning supplies and went to check on on her only worker a lovely old woman bustled around in the kitchen as she worked over laying the fondant on a cake. "Aggie." Rose breathed out the woman's name and went to look at the flowered cake "Tis beautiful. Never have I seen such a cake have I." The woman blushed and her wrinkled old hands paused what they were doing to pat Rose's. "I'll have it done in time 'fore the first guests. On my word." she promised. Rose thanked Aggie and she left the kitchen and walked once more to the lobby, her heels clacked against the marble. Pausing at a mirror she gave herself the once over and approved. Not only did her house have to pass inspection, so did she. She wore a modest business suit that screamed of regiment and rules.
Rose headed on over to her desk, where a large frame hung. In it there was a map that had been left with the house. It showed all the rooms and the yard. The map was old, and withering away but Rose had it preserved. She thought it an interesting piece and hoped that the lore of treasure might allow for customers as well. The old script in the corner was always the first thing she read over and though she knew it by heart she always liked to look it over. Pleased that everything was in order, she sat down at her desk and turned on the computer. She began typing doing a few financial chores before her guests arrived.