Thalia

The kitchen was as I remembered, the white marble-tiled floor reflected the sun's morning rays up the white ceiling, scattering the brightness all throughout the walls with the same color. The gauzy curtains billowed as the breeze set in gently in the tall open window. The blackness and glossiness of the appliances—Ryder's choice—complemented the glow of the room and seemingly suck some of the light to keep it to themselves. Even the dining table for six was still there, ...