Snow and the Delinquent Eleven

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

"I...didn't know you moved." Snow climbed out of the limo shortly after perceiving a large object that could never in a million years be avoided.

A bigger house. Great.

A frickin mansion at that. Double frickin great.

Snow held a tight leash on her laughter. She knew it. How did she know this craziness was bound to happen? A woman as delirious as Carressa White was destined for this sort of action. Her obligation, or call it a deluded crave to want more than you already have was somehow going to drive this crazy woman right over the edge.

The pervious house, the one Snow used to live in undoubtedly was something you would see in one of those MTV Crib shows. Before, Snow would've let it slide. You know? Turned a blind eye.

But this? This just shows how much Carressa stepped way over the line.

"You like it?" Her stepmother adoringly watched her fairytale castle. To Snow, it looked more like a prison for the psychotics but with a twinge of richness.

If Snow knew what was best for her, she picked her luggage and tried lying through her teeth. "Sure. It's...big." She couldn't lie, but she couldn't state the real truth either.

"I know!" She snapped her fingers. Jackson immediately came to her side.

"Yes?"

Carressa roughly took off her shades. Her whole slim posture froze. "Yes...what?"

Snow didn't precisely grasp on it, but a second earlier she would've sworn he rolled his eyes at her. "Yes, my lady?" Even so, at least his tone didn't indicate signs of irritation.

Carressa grinned as if Jackson hadn't defied her. "Take Snows belongings and put it in the guest room."

"No. It's fine, I can take it-" Snow protested. She was though cut off.

"Nonsense! He's paid to do this Snow. Let him work."

Jackson gave a side smile to Snow. "I'll take it. Thank you."

Snow hesitantly let her fingers slip from her the handle of her bag. Jackson swiftly picked it up and went ahead of them. Following him, stepmother walked on, she glided in perfection to what appeared close to a snobbish queen.

As expected, the exterior on the out side had certainly matched up to it's designs on the interior. Indisputably, this was an old built house, perhaps a couple of centuries old -ones you find in the outskirts of England rather than in the city of Chicago. It wasn't entirely modern, a few of Greek or Romanian statues were found in specific corners of the house. And the ceilings were so high up that Snow had trouble outlining and contrasting the paintings.

"Tom will be here soon, go freshen up darling."

Darling was beginning to irk her.

Snow slowed down her pace. Carressa was already midway up the grand staircase that was position on both sides of the endless narrow hallway. It came together at the top as the exquisite black railings connected the two staircases; if it were possible it could be seen, from down below you could barely take a glimpse of the several closed doors -most likely more abandoned rooms.

"Tom? He's coming now? I...I thought only I was meeting him." Snow didn't want to think this, but, maybe stepmother Carressa was acting like this due to the will. This wasn't going to be an entirely huge shock if it turned out that way.