Gemotions

He surveyed the chipped paint on the front door, the overgrown rose bushes, and then looked at his sister, Maria. Her face was already a mask of distaste, as predictable as the sunrise. He sighed.

"Well," he began, trying to sound cheerful. "This is it." He gestured expansively. It was, in his opinion, a charming house, full of potential. Maria just raised an eyebrow.

She pushed past him, her expensive leather boots clicking on the cracked pavement. He watched her stiffen as she entered the living room, clutching her handbag as if bracing for a plague. He knew this would be a struggle. Maria's world was curated, precise. This house, with its mismatched furniture and overflowing bookshelves, was an affront to her carefully constructed aesthetic.

“Honestly, Daniel,” she said, her voice tight. “What are we going to *do* with all this clutter?”