It doesn’t arrive with fanfare. This house knows how to hold light. How to speak in white. How to feel like a Sunday morning, every day.
Outside, the home is all symmetry and softness. A white façade edged in quiet confidence, where arches curve like a sigh. The garden doesn’t try too hard—just enough potted greens, a stretch of lawn, and the sense that everything’s in its place, even the air. You know someone thoughtful lives here.
As the gate swings open, it’s already telling you something. That balance matters. That quiet can be powerful. White marble floors stretch out, cool and grounding beneath your feet. The sectional invites you to sink in and stay a while. Light pours in through tall windows, brushing against the walls, catching on polished wood and gentle curves.