I step into the dining room, my bare feet brushing against the soft, velvet-like rug. My eyes sweep across the room, catching the glint of sunlight reflecting off the massive crystal chandelier hanging above the dining table. The table itself is a masterpiece. I mean, it's made from polished mahogany with intricately carved legs and seats cushioned in plush fabric.
Beyond the table, floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the endless ocean, with the morning sun painting golden streaks across the waves. The faint hum of classical music plays in the background, and the air smells faintly of freshly brewed coffee and warm croissants.
'Who even needs this much space just for breakfast?' is the only question running through my mind right now. My lips are parted in awe as I take it
