Isabel stood at the door of a small wooden cabin, carrying her suitcase, surveying the place she was about to move into.
There was a spacious living room and two bedrooms. The one Isabel was to inhabit had been temporarily arranged with light blue wallpaper, white carved cabinets, and even a thoughtfully prepared dressing table, stocked with perfumes and lipsticks that girls might need.
A thick white rug covered the floor, soft and warm. Stepping on it felt like sinking into cotton.
What she loved the most was the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, from which she could see the tranquil sea not far away.
Chris asked, "Isabel, do you like it here?"
He was slightly nervous. This was actually his former residence for sketching by the sea, hastily arranged according to Isabel's preferences.
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