OMG - those stairs! She's screwed. I'm wondering if the ground level, (other than the stairs), isn't a garage? Luxury my ass - tiny bit of PL - she has the same fridge/stove I do & they're generally bulk sold to landlords - KitchenAid brand but not the high end KitchenAid...LOL. My apartment is in the class called "Basic/Decent" - certainly no more than that. Closet doors, hardware & fixtures - not a whiff of luxury there but if she's coming from a place that had cockroaches - anything would seem like a huge upgrade. That kitchen light is right out of the 80s.
That has to be 1 of the smallest, tightest townhouses I've ever seen. There's not a lot of closet or storage space. Chantal will fill up most of the free space & I suspect Peetz will be piling on the pounds as well.
I can't get past the stairs. She is quickly going to turn into even more of a screeching harpy, insisting Peetz bring her food beause she's too tired, sore; whatever.
Yup, this is going to further devolve into even more of a shit show & I'm here for it.