Bella had not considered that Jamie would hate it. It might have been a drastic change compared to the former state of his lodgings, but it wasn't anywhere near comparable to the comfort of Immie's home. The surprise that crossed her face at the anger in Jamie's tone when he first walked inside—well, it was flustering to say the least.

Her eyes lowered to the ground and her arms crossed over her chest defensively. "I cleaned it up," she explained, her voice going soft. "I just... rearranged some things... did laundry... swept... hung up a picture or two." Please don't yell, please don't yell, was what she wanted to say, but she found herself waiting silently, the anticipation agonizing. Then, a moment later, she bravely added: "Is it that bad, Jamie?"

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