Hana stepped into the grand, spacious foyer of her new home, her eyes wide as they scanned the polished marble floors, glittering chandeliers, and walls decorated with beautiful, intricate designs that she could hardly believe were real. She still wore the humble clothes she had known all her life—a simple, faded skirt and blouse. The contrast between her surroundings and her attire felt surreal.
"I can't believe this is real…" Hana whispered, trailing her fingers along the smooth banister of the staircase. She glanced up at the high ceiling, where a grand chandelier sparkled, casting a warm glow throughout the room. Her hand trembled slightly as she felt the cold, polished wood beneath her fingers. Back in her old life, her family had shared a tiny, cramped apartment joined with her shop where privacy was a luxury and silence was rare.
