Bella looked at the windows, tall and clean, letting in streams of golden light that pooled on the floor like liquid honey. She looked at the plants hanging from the ceiling, their green leaves cascading down like waterfalls, some of them brushing the tops of the bookshelves.
She looked at the paintings on the walls, the few dresses on the racks, the sketches pinned to a corkboard in no particular order.
Miss J's voice was soft and gentle. "After I came back from abroad, I renovated it again. I had left it enough back then. Now it has new floors, new windows, new everything. But I kept the bones, the old walls, the old beams. I wanted it to feel like it had a history."
Bella nodded, her eyes still roaming the room, taking in the details. "It does."
Miss J smiled.
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