Leaving the kitchen area, she noticed a narrow door sliding on a quiet rail. She pushed it aside and gasped softly. It was a bathroom, but not the cramped closet she expected.
Wooden paneling, painted in that same signature soft pink, covered the walls, giving it a cozy, cabin-like feel. A white porcelain sink rested on a wooden stand, the exposed pipes adding a touch of industrial chic.
She looked at her reflection in the wooden-framed mirror. Behind her, floating shelves held fresh towels and woven baskets. It smelled of lavender and soap, not dampness.
Every inch of space was utilized perfectly. It felt like a masterclass in deception—an ordinary exterior hiding a luxurious secret. But there was one more door at the back of the structure, and it was slightly ajar.