CHAPTER 4
That evening, Lia found herself at the jetties earlier than usual. For work, of course. She slowly approached the building that was so badly fighting her design and examined it slowly from one angle and another. It’s quite a sight, she thought.
According to her notes, the house was the eccentric Victorian-era magnate´s house, a waterfront castle, with turrets and battlements, decorated by Corinthian moldings, and moonflower vines covering the walls. It’s a shame to tear it apart, that’s for sure, but the briefing called for stripping the structure down to the studs and starting over. Massive destruction.
She looked again. Peeling white paint covered the entire façade. That color is so wrong. Apart from looking dingy, it should also have some life to it. Something vivid. A deep
