Four years later
Four years later“Wow, look at those marble countertops,” Olivia whispered. “They’re beautiful.”
“They are,” I agreed. “They’re perfect for two people that never cook.”
Politely, the realtor agent pretended like he couldn’t hear us as we rummaged through the drawers and fiddled with the knobs of the cooker. It was fun pretending like we’d ever use the kitchen, but I knew better.
I turned around, admiring the sun on the beautiful wooden floors and nodded. “I can see us living here.”
“Yes?” A bright smile tugged on Olivia’s lips. “Me too. It’s much better than house number five.”
“The one with the s*x dungeon?”
She snorted. “Yes, that was a strange surprise.”
“Not unpleasant,” I joked. “But yes, this one is much nicer. I like the floors and the large windows.”
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