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As we walk through the mansion, we eventually find ourselves in the master bedroom. I glance around, taking in the space that will soon belong to us. It’s vast, the high ceilings making it feel even larger, with tall windows that stretch almost from floor to ceiling. I imagine all the furniture, beginning with the bed -- our bed -- massive, draped in expensive linens, and there’s an adjoining sitting area with plush chairs that look untouched. The room is elegant, sophisticated… and thinking of what it would look like with all the finishing touches is something I'm actually quite excited about.
Our footsteps echo slightly in the emptiness, and I find myself lowering my voice instinctively. “It’s kind of eerie without any furniture.”
Angelo smirks, glancing around as he k
