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Little Julia squeezed her daddy´s hand tightly, as if asking for reassurance against the emotion growing inside her. Beyond the gate of Via San Francesco, in Thiene, there was more than just a house. There was a world. She had read the story of Snow White so many times that she could smell the scent of apples and the rustle of dwarfs´ clothes in the leaves. And now, there she was, with her heart pounding in her chest, almost expecting to see one of the dwarfs appear from a bush.
The mansion stood before her like a castle from modern fairy tales, and behind her, majestic and solemn, the Cathedral of Thiene silhouetted against the sky. To Julia it seemed like a magical mountain, a gentle giant made of stone, watching over the secret garden.
With a small jerk, she let go of her father´s hand and climbed the access staircase, her steps light on the stone. The balcony that ran along one side of the house instantly became her patrol path, from which a princess could scan the horizon of her kingdom. Beyond the large, dark wooden doorway, massive and ancient, the anticipation dissolved into silent amazement.
She found herself in a very long hallway, so bright that it seemed to be traversed by a sun of its own. Light danced across the floor and went to illuminate, at the far end, the elegant curve of a grand staircase. But that was not what stole her gaze. On the wall, a huge mirror with a carved, antique frame caught every reflection. “Look, Dad!“ she whispered, her voice a mixture of reverence and excitement. “It´s like the Queen´s! The one that talks!“ He approached slowly, almost on tiptoe. In the glitter of the glass, his image smiled at her, but for a moment, a distorted reflection showed her not only her parents behind her, but the rooms that opened like doors to parallel worlds: the living room, spacious and airy, a theater of light; the sitting room, cozy, with its large window that was a living picture of the garden.
But it was as she passed through the dining room door that her breathing stopped. A large wooden table, solid and majestic, towered in the center. “All seven dwarfs can fit here!“ she exclaimed, turning in on herself with open arms. And there, a French door beckoned her toward a small terrace and a staircase that descended straight into the garden her own personal Enchanted Forest.
The kitchen was a triumph of light and modernity, with its central peninsula. To Julia it reminded her of the witch´s, yes, but in a good version, where poisoned apples became fragrant apple pies and magic potions were juicy milkshakes.
Then it was time for the staircase. The marble staircase wound around itself, mysterious. “It leads to the towers!“ he announced firmly, resting his hand on the brass handrail, shiny and cold. They ascended. Above, the realm of rest and dreams opened wide. Immediately, on the left, such a spacious walk-in closet made her eyes widen, “All the Queen´s ball gowns fit in here!“ she thought, imagining lavish gowns hanging in a row. “This is the Princess´s room,“ she then declared, stepping into the large, light-filled master bedroom with its own private bathroom all to herself. The other rooms were for guests, for dwarves, for anyone who needed a safe haven where stories could be born.
But the magic was not over. The descent into the underground tavern was the last, surprising chapter. Not a dark place, but a warm hall divided into three rooms, perfect for large parties or intimate get-togethers, opening directly onto a patio, another stage for adventures.
Finally, he no longer held back the urge. He ran into the garden, a nearly 900-square-foot green lung in the heart of Thiene. The trees whispered stories in the wind. He turned to look at the house, each window a winking eye, each door an invitation. It was no longer just a cottage for sale. It was the place where fairy tales stopped being books and became life. And maybe, just maybe, the magic mirror was already looking for the new owners, wondering, “Who is the bravest of all, to start this new story?“

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