MILLER’S POV
“We will start with the living room. Shall we?” Isabelle asked with enthusiasm and who were we to tarnish it.
“Living room, here we come.” Nathan cooed and we, along with our tools, made way to the largest room in the residence. Every article of furniture was wrapped in plastic sheets and Isabelle unwrapped it. But before she could proceed I interrupted her,
“Wait…” I said and visited the store room again to get three towels. I passed them each, and I secured one around my nose and mouth. Both Nathan and Isabelle reciprocated my gesture, and we were ready.
First was the massive settee. As she undid its cover, dust flew all around the place, and settled on our hair and clothing. Some even found its way to our eyes.
“Ow.” Isabelle exclaimed and started rubbing her eyes. I s
