♥ Chloe ♥
There was something strangely liberating about starting over with brand-new furniture. A blank slate. There were no lingering shadows hiding in the corners, no haunted dressers or borrowed couches with stories I didn’t want to remember. Just sunlight that poured in through fresh windows and a home that felt like it had been waiting for us. For me and Jethro.
“This is going to be gorgeous,” Mandy declared, as she twirled around in the middle of the open-plan living room. “It’s giving magazine spread, future family, high-end cozy,” I laughed, as I brushed a loose strand of hair from my face.
“Future family, huh?”
“Obviously,” she grinned. “You are practically halfway to wife status. You have got keys and…stuff. That’s basically a ring in interior design language,” I rolled my
