Chapter Four
“I can’t believe your grandmother kept all this,” Indie said as she burrowed further into the pile of boxes stacked in a dusty corner of the basement. A small sneeze erupted from her as she emerged holding a brightly colored mask. “This stuff is really cool. Kind of 1950s kitsch mixed with a Mexican flair.”
“My abuelo was a pack rat. He kept everything left behind by the previous owners and the collection grew after each old tenant moved,” Sean explained. He held up a bright blue lampshade. “This would look amazing in your place, Quinn.”
“You think?” Quinn held up a black and white framed photograph of the Eiffel Tower. “I kind of like this.”
Sean snatched the picture out of her hands. “We’re trying to brighten your décor, not add to the current zebra color scheme. Remembe
