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White Villa
(Nerina’s P.O.V)
Walking through the front door in a single file line, we entered the foyer with beautiful gray marble floors that were sparkling underneath the huge silver chandelier that hung over a beautiful oak circular table. A beautiful bouquet of tropical flowers was in a vase, sitting atop the table.
“Wow, this is beautiful.” Corie whispers out.
“Why are you whispering?” Lizzie whispers back to her.
“I just feel like I need to whisper in here, it looks like a museum!” Corie whispers, yet again.
No one can hold in their laughter, and it echoes throughout the foyer.
“Well, there goes the air of it being a museum.” Nikita laughs.
We exit the foyer and make our way into the open planned living room/kitchen/dining room.
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