The beach house was breathtaking—white stone and glass, perched right on the shore with waves crashing just beyond the deck. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the modern interior in golden light, while sleek balconies overlooked the sea. It was elegance and serenity wrapped in coastal beauty.
“Gosh,” Calista gasped as she stepped inside, turning in a circle as she looked at the interior of the house.
It was just as breathtaking and ethereal as the outside was. It had high ceilings and a chandelier.
“This is my second-best home,” Brian said with a yawn as he walked towards a room.
There weren't any hallways, and you could see all the doors from the living room.
“This is my third,” Jacob added as he too walked to a room and shut the door, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
