Hera couldn't help but notice Bry's twinkling eyes as they stepped out of the elevator. They gleamed like stars that had discovered something wondrous. His enjoyment was palpable, evident in the way he admired the beautiful garden visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the hallway. As they reached the double doors, Bry's anticipation was tangible; he even took a sharp breath as he eagerly awaited Hera's gesture to open them.
Bry's father and uncle felt a twinge of anxiety as they hadn't anticipated the extravagance of Hera's residence. They hesitated to venture beyond the marbled floor onto the luxurious carpet, their cautious steps betraying their unease. Their concern was palpable as they carefully navigated, mindful of the dirt on their shoes and the wheelchair's wheels from the village road they had traversed earlier.
