Later, Melisa stepped into Javir's home, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings.
Polished marble [this city really likes marble, huh?] floors stretched on beneath her feet. Intricate, fancy tapestries adorned the walls. Crystal chandeliers above cast a warm, inviting glow over everything, making even the shadows look expensive.
[Good lord,] Melisa thought, her jaw resting on the floor. [And here I thought our place back in the village was nice. This makes it look like a mud hut!]
As they moved into the house, a small commotion erupted deeper inside.
A woman who bore a striking resemblance to Javir, with her same sunlight hair and sharp features, burst out.
She was happy for about two seconds.
Then, as soon as she saw the people behind Javir, her face became a mix of confusion and anger.
