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I know Matteo’s house is cool, okay? Even from what little of it I’ve seen, I can tell that it’s the leader of all houses, the one that’s all ‘look at me, look at me,’ giving every other house in New York an inferiority complex. Despite that knowledge, I’m still somehow unprepared for the luxury that is Theo’s bathroom. The jacuzzi is probably bigger than the living room in our house, and I can’t blame the twins for not wanting to get out of it. Hell, I don’t even wanna get out of it. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and we’re forced to soldier on into Theo’s bedroom to get dressed and dried. Now that I have time to actually look around, it’s a lot more obvious who this room belongs to. The décor of it is modern and sleek, with the space being much tidier than I would’ve