The first thing that hit me when I walked through the front door was the scent. It wasn't the stale odor of dust and rush anymore; it was a sweet, welcoming peach home fragrance.
The grey sofas were completely spotless, with not a single speck of dust in sight, and the glass coffee table in the center was sparkling clean, shining like a diamond under the entry light.
Looking down at the tiles, it felt like I was stepping into a brand-new home. I had completely forgotten how pretty the tiles actually were. Even the walls had been wiped down and cleaned.
Just then, a man in contractor's work clothes stepped out from the kitchen side of the house.
“Mr. Mateo, we are almost done with the walls. Next, we’ll check on the stove,” he said.
Mateo gave him a simple nod. “This is Mia. She's the
