AYRA'S POV

"Do you think we ought to take down the curtains and wash them at the laundry too?" Susan queried, her gaze directed at the majestic fabric cascading elegantly along the walls.

"They've been here for a while. Perhaps we should wait for Mr. Larsson for further instructions," I replied as we were wrapping things up.

A few minutes later, the faint sound of footsteps and distant voices began to drift up the stairs, indicating that someone was making their way up.

"So, when's the date set for the runway?" one of the voices asked eagerly, drawing our attention as it grew closer. We turned towards the direction of...