Georgiana and Maya stepped out of the elevator, their hearts racing. They were alone, standing just outside the door of Georgiana's house. Maya held the keys tightly in her hand, and both girls felt a mix of fear and uncertainty. They remembered how the house had looked before—trashed and broken by an intruder. What if it was still a mess? What if it hurt to see it again?
Maya glanced at Georgiana, who gave her an encouraging nod. That small gesture pushed Maya to take a deep breath. She approached the door, her hand trembling slightly as she inserted the key. With a firm push, she opened the door.
As they stepped inside, the girls were surprised by what they saw. The house looked beautiful, almost magical. Everything sparkled as if it had been transformed overnight. The furniture, once
