Bernice pushed her way into the house.
"Wow, not what I expected," she murmured as she took in the interior of the house.
"What if you were walking into a death trap?" Rojan said as he walked into the house after her "You should stay behind me, not in front of me," he told her.
Unperturbed by his admonishment, she walked around the house inspecting the designs. This house that looked like a tiny tree house on the outside, was nothing like it on the inside. It was even bigger and prettier than her apartment back in Nashville. Nice art mosaics and collages adorned the nicely screeded walls. Expensive-looking artifacts lined the shelves at the far end of the wall whereas lush and plush sofas outlined the length of the living room.
Whoever lived here clearly had taste.
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