Chapter 4
So he brought me to his sister room and he opened the white door, the only door that's painted white while all of the doors here are in mahogany dye. My jaw dropped as my eyes scanning all over the room that contains loads of a huge white cupboards and closets built in. I am pretty sure they are all full of dresses, clothes and stuffs. Yes, this is definitely the room of the First Lady of United State. I thought to myself. It is a huge, spacious room that I don't even know what to do with the wide spaces. Maybe fit in a pool? My mind answered me because it is currently amazed with the view of the room just as I do.
"Don't just gawking around, come on!" Stan shouted playfully at my startled-look face.
"Let's see what fits you" he excitedly muttered to himself while pulling the first drawer of one of the closets.
As the drawer slides out, my eyes just stop blinking as I see lots of nice, classy and branded clothes. Actually, the first drawer contains only miniskirts, shorts, jeans and leggings. I am amazed; one big place just to store those clothes. Well, you haven't seen the other drawers. They were all fixed, organized and divided according to their order and type. He pulled the second drawer full of t-shirts and blouses. If I could, I wanted to take home every stuff here just for me. Then, he pull the last one (but not the last thing to check out) which is full of underwear and bras.
"Well, I'm sure you're going to need this" he said while ridiculously blushing alone. I pinched his arm and pushed him out from the room then shut the door.
"I think I can take it from here, thanks for the amazing tour, Stan" I smirked and wave a playful goodbye.
As I comforting myself with the new surrounding, I let out a sigh and I know I need to get my body clean. I undressed myself slowly because I can still feel the pain of the scars every time I move any parts of my body. But as I just about to pull down my undergarment, someone knocks on the door and I bet it was Stanley. Have you ever been into the most desperate moment? Well, I am desperate now because I've forgotten to lock the door but the door knob is slowly turning and the door is now gaping a little. Not even hesitate, I ran toward the door and closed it back then hide at the back door. That was the fastest sprint I've ever ran.
"Don't you ever dare to open the door, Stan!" I shouted even though I'm out of breath.
"Okay, okay I'll just stand outside the door but you need a towel after shower" he said and I can hear soft giggles with it.
I open the door a little, bended my body behind the door so Stanley could only see my head and my right arm. I am very cautious about this and yes, my dignity is my crown.When my eyes meet Stanley's not-so-innocent big smile, I lift up my left eyebrows and grabbed the towel from Stan's hand. I glare at him for the last time and then I slammed the door loudly.
This time I make sure that I've locked the doorknob. After I'm feeling secure and safe alone, I took off my lingerie and right away, I burst into the bathroom. Wow, what a beautiful room. It's a bathroom but I think I might sleep in here; it's so gorgeously designed. I turn on the heater and it's really warm, relaxing and very comforting. There's various type of shampoos, soaps, shower gels and conditioners. I cannot choose one because all of them seems good and smells nice. After taking a long time making up my mind to pick one of the massive choices of products, I decided to use strawberry scented shower gel along with vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner. I hope Stan's sister wouldn't mind I'm using a lot of her stuffs here. After I rinsed my hair, I can't help but keep on sniffing my hand and hair because of the delicate aroma. I think I smell like a perfume. I turned off the shower and wrapped myself with the towel. I felt very fresh like a new born baby. Stepping out of the cosy shower, I walk across the room towards the bed. To be honest, I am dancing along the way while humming my favourite song. I am so happy with my new life. I let myself diving on the super soft bed and continue humming. I stare at the outfit I've chose earlier and smile alone. I can't be more grateful with my fate.
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