The mayor's house is fit for a Queen. Everything is immaculately manicured, from the sprawling yard down to the gold face on the doorbell.
It rings.
"I'll get it!" Loud, quick footfalls echo through the front door. One thing about a house as nice as this, with its grand foyer and its tiled halls, is that the acoustics are exquisite. Regina's voice can be heard chasing the footsteps. "Henry! Don't run in the house!"
The door swings open. The ten year old wrinkles his brow. "What are you doing here?"
It rings.
"I'll get it!" Loud, quick footfalls echo through the front door. One thing about a house as nice as this, with its grand foyer and its tiled halls, is that the acoustics are exquisite. Regina's voice can be heard chasing the footsteps. "Henry! Don't run in the house!"
The door swings open. The ten year old wrinkles his brow. "What are you doing here?"