Gemotions

Eliza smoothed down the front of her tailored jacket, the fabric crisp against her skin. She'd always been the responsible one, the one who kept things together. Her brother, Mark, was still outside, probably staring at the peeling paint with that bewildered expression of his. *Honestly*.

She turned her gaze towards the grand, if slightly neglected, dining room. The possibilities swam before her eyes. The space, with its long table and ornate chandelier, was perfect for entertaining. Mark, with his simple tastes, wouldn't understand.

"So," she said, her voice carrying a certain authority. "Let's make a list. Priorities." She already had a firm grasp on what needed to be done. The renovation was going to be a delight.