The front doors swung open with a soft creak and the group stepped inside— only to halt in unison.
Silence fell into them, but Cleora kept walking.
The entrance hall soared upward, light streaming through tall glass panels in front, casting sharp reflections across polished stone floors.
There was no furniture, no rugs, no curtains— just a big open space that ended with a staircase.
Coco's house is huge.
The interior design is completely different from the houses they have landed their eyes upon.
Alhai let out a low hum under his breath and Zaque took a cautious step forward— the sound of the bottom of his boot echoing unnaturally loud across the empty spaces.
".. It's even bigger on the inside." Someone from behind muttered, but Coco couldn't tell who it was.
Bob and Marie, on the other hand, were speechless— eyes widening; jaws slightly hanging as their gazes swept around the spacious room, taking in every detail, every corner.
It was massive.
