(Sabrina’s POV)
We spend the next hour walking through each room, taking measurements, discussing color schemes. Sophia pulls up paint samples on her phone while I make notes about what furniture we'll need.
The master bedroom is the hardest. This is where Dustin betrayed me. Where I caught him with Jessica. The room is empty now, but the memory lingers like a stain.
"We're painting this one first," Sophia announces. "And getting you a completely new bed. Something big and luxurious that screams 'I'm living my best life.'"
"I don’t need luxurious—"
“I know you don’t. But that scum ex of yours needs to see how better off you are without him. I want his insides to turn green with regret.”
“Ah…don’t you mean green with envy?”
“I mean both!” She's already scrolling through furniture web
