pte

of her father's house. As if you'd call that a house, well it's more of a castle, a v

of Mrs Quinn, their house manager, walking

ly person that had treated like she mattered after her mother left, she was always by her side

n walked up to her and

into her hug. She is reminded of her mother as

asked giving the gigantic golden do

er favorite painting on the wall, decorated with velvet parallel design

reflected the silver chandelier, and th

a sparkling window, it was as if the entire house had been

eparation for Mr Thomas's arrival" Mr

oming back today?" On remembering herself, she shrug

, he is resting in his bed chamber" She hesitates, ta

d by anyone as he rests". Mrs Qui

acknowledgement. "I'd ju

balcony, enjoying the beautiful view of the lake

ening routi

t, painting the lake. Painting has always been her

the door bell. She thought, maybe whoever's

be she had come for another one of her regul

id, her voice loud enoug

hand towel, opened the glass door connecting he

against her hands as she o

said leaning in to pinch her cheeks, s

nd Tracy haven't heard anything from him. "Are

e care of something few minutes back." Tr

ured. " I came to ask if you would prefer to have your

ank you" Tracy offered a wa

Tracy shuts the door, flinging the hand towel t

r father would rather work t

y's

s and went for a run around 6:00am in the morning to clea

sat down on my dressing chair and took a good look

I've lost focus on myself and forgotten that I'm the queen of

my favourite summer purple top with a faded Jean shor

ed with my looks, I left my room and tiptoed to the

omething to make for breakfast. Catching sight of some whole w

iches when my mom entered the kitchen in her night

I greeted cheerfully

seems to be in a good mood today." She moved to dinning table at the

e some coffee o

some coffe

r and some milk

I

into the kitchen. "Good morning mom, Ivy" He walks towards us

his lips turn to the corner of his mouth lazily when amused, th

how much he'd grow

ng to rub his silky dark hair, one of the many fe

ring my protests. "Sis, they're meant to be eaten not lo

a little longer" I answer pouring co

ndon smirks g