My Wife.
Hours later.
Lydia strolled through the hallways of her transformed home, her heart swelling with pride and satisfaction. When she had come to this place, it had been a dark and eerie relic, filled with the ghosts of a bygone era. Now, through her vision and tireless efforts, it had become a beacon of warmth and comfort, a true noble home that exuded elegance and grace. Her timeless style.
As she walked, her eyes took in the meticulous details of each room, starting with the dining room. Once a cold, imposing space, it now radiated a welcoming charm.
The heavy drapes had been replaced with light, airy curtains that allowed the sunlight to flood in, casting a golden glow over the polished oak table.
The walls, still dark but would soon be adorned with tasteful artwork and family portraits, lending a personal touch to the room.