The narrow passage opens into a room where the light changes character entirely, no longer borrowed from a transom but arriving clean and direct through a south-facing window that sets the grain of quarter-sawn white oak shelving almost aglow. In Mt. Pleasant, where homes carry that particular blend of coastal ease and deliberate refinement, the closet becomes less a utility and more a private gallery—cedar-lined drawers breathing softly beneath hand-rubbed brass pulls, each shelf and hanging rail positioned to the inch so that nothing crowds and nothing hides. The proportions here feel unhurried, generous in the way this neighborhood expects its interiors to be, and as your eye travels past the integrated lighting tucked beneath the crown detail, it catches the far wall where the millwork deepens and the next alcove begins to