By the time Alexander left the shower, the bathroom had expanded to twice the size it already was. Obviously, this bothered him, but instead of dwelling on the problem, he proceeded to get dressed.
He entered the bedroom area and was about to open the closet to search for clothes, but then he pulled back. That closet belonged to Brivian. In fact, this entire room belonged to Brivian. Wait, what? Wasn't Brivian the name of that woman who called earlier?
Alexalder shook his head, wondering why he was even in Brivian's room to begin with. He knew that his sister didn't like it when he used her bathroom. Wait a minute. Sister? That woman he talked to wasn't his sister. Or was she?
He grabbed his head, feeling confused, but soon the confusion passed and he headed for his room, which was just down the hall. As he walked the twenty feet to his door, he had this strange feeling that the house was bigger than it was supposed to be. But that was crazy, right? Carnegie Manor was always this big.
Wait a second. Carnegie Manor? Where did he get that name from?
Alarolder opened his door to his room and quickly got dressed in his tuxedo. His sister told him that the party would be a black tie event, so he picked out his best tuxedo for the occasion.
After dressing, the phone began to ring. Alarold picked it up and heard his sister's voice on the other end. "Are you decent, Harold?"
He paused for a moment. Harold? He blinked, then realized that she was talking to him. His name was Harold. Wasn't it? Harold Carnegie. Yes, that was right. For some reason, he had a feeling that it was something else.
"Yes, Brivian," he said.
"Good. We have just arrived at the manor. Be ready to leave."
After the call ended, Harold, Brivian's 58-year old brother, put away his phone and headed downstairs to the large foyer.
