Gemotions

The keys felt warm in her hand. Sarah grinned, a feeling of absolute lightness lifting her spirits. She swung open the door, inhaling the scent of lemon polish and time. This old house, with its faded charm, was a blank canvas.

She walked from room to room, touching the walls and smiling to herself. She stopped in the kitchen, already imagining the dinner parties she'd host. A chuckle escaped her lips.

“Finally, a place to call our own,” she murmured, her voice filled with delight.