From east to west, the bedroom was nearly thirty feet across, not including the space behind the two doors to her right, which she assumed led to a wardrobe and an en suite. The back wall jutted out like the parlor below it, and if Joanna had to guess, it would take her at least twenty-five steps to reach the heavy draperies in that area hiding what she suspected to be towering windows.

Only a thin strip of the dark oak plank flooring could be seen around the perimeter of the room, but the rest was hidden by a carpet Joanna guessed to be a few decades older than her twenty-eight years. In areas less traveled, she could still see the original green, red, and brown of the threads, but where previous occupants had walked over and over again, were now paths, worn and bland.

The room was cooler than Joanna expected and the hint of mustiness in the air told her if windows did exist behind the drapes, they hadn’t been opened in a very long time. There was also an undertone of lemon-scented polish, to be expected in a room holding over a dozen pieces of furniture, but as Joanna took another breath, she grinned when she caught a whiff of Addison’s cologne still hanging in the air.

Joanna looked here and there without taking a step, hoping she’d find something she liked, but other than a few pieces of furniture and the fireplace, the rest left a lot to be desired.

The bed, for the most part, was amazing. Dwarfing her own by more than two feet in width and a foot in length, it was the largest one she had ever seen. Clearly Victorian in design, the tone of the wood was much too dark for her taste, but the ornately carved headboard and four turned posts, leading to a canopy rail surrounding the bed, were as imposing as they were noble. The same intricate designs could be seen on the nightstands, armoire, tallboy, and on the chest at the foot of the bed, but a quick scan around the room showed several other accent pieces matching neither in color nor in style.

Across from the bed was a cast iron fireplace. By the lack of andirons or ash in the hearth, it was clear, that like the ones in the east wing, natural gas now provided the blaze if desired. The iron surround showed a hint of detail around its edge, adding a bit of charm to the old firebox, but even that seemed lost because of the wall in which it was housed.