Ren's footsteps were quiet as he led me upstairs. I swear even the air smelled cleaner in this house.
And then we reached his room.
He pushed the door open, and I almost choked. Of course it was white. White sheets, white walls, white curtains that fluttered gently.
It was elegant. Everything in perfect order, like it had been staged for a magazine shoot.
Meanwhile my own room back home looked like a hurricane lived there rent-free.
"Your room looks like… heaven," I said before I could stop myself.
Ren chuckled, scratching the back of his neck like he didn't know what to do with the compliment.
"Wait until you see this," he said, stepping toward a set of double doors on the side.
He opened them, and I gasped. It wasn't just a closet. It was a wardrobe kingdom. Rows of clothes stretched on forever, all lined up in perfect color order. Jackets, crisp shirts, sneakers that probably cost more than my dad's car.
I whispered, "Oh my God. The Chronicles of Narnia."
