The old man carefully walked upstairs and stepped into his house; the building right next to ours.
I stood still, unconcerned about the burning noon sun rays. The new glass door allowed me to see the girls standing behind it. They were going to have a thousand questions, so I finally stepped forward to go inside.
They were speechless and so was I. Although I had planned the renovations, I hadn't seen them in person.
"Everything looks so white and… empty," Astra said.
"It's a miracle the renovation company did all of this on time," I replied. "We'll have to arrange everything by ourselves. Also, we saved money by not paying for that extra service."
"It's so different," Risa continued, looking deeper into the hallway.
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