Kalopsia (on hold rn)

The Beginning.

" One life.Just one.Why aren't we running like we're on fire toward our wildest dreams?"

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steam filled my mouth as i devoured the bowl of ravioli. The warm cooked meal sat on my lap piercing my skin, balancing out the coldness of the counter top i was sitting on.

"no one makes ravioli better then us Italians" grinned Tatia lifting my right thigh up and wiping the already cleaned counter top with a rag. Tatia took a lot of pride in her cooking and keeping her area in good condition from top to bottom.

The lacose estate has many floors in our mansion,secret passage ways that i have yet to figure out. Because i am the biological daughter of one of the ruthless blood thirsty man known, it is written since birth,the place will belong to me once he is gone but for now i have my own private chamber at the very bottom floor that no one other then Arlo knows about. Although He doesn't know the password-that control was placed in my hands.

Tia has her own floor just,2 above mine. Its smaller then the rest of the floors but just fine for tia, her floor has tiffany blue walls,cream carpeted floors,wooden coffee table,sofas,and pile of iconic old fashioned books such as 'romeo and juliet' 'The secret garden' and my favorite 'little women'. plant pots everywhere placed on the tables,corners of the room,windows sill,bathroom.

to the left corner of the room was a wooden cottage like door leading inside to the kitchen,the little creases of the door bloomed peony and orchid flowers.Her whole area gave of princess cottage infused with the inside of a hobbit house,she took a lot of honour for designing her space by herself but she was most proud of her kitchen. Like the rest,her kitchen gave a fairy aura, the usual brown bags of flour laying around,raw oak circular table positioned at the very middle of the room and with matching oak chairs,thousands of dark green cabinets and through the glass of some of them you see bottles of herbs in all shapes and sizes.

Variety of pots and pans,spoons and knifes hanging and swaying above the stove, making a chime once in a while as the metal and blade hit against each other.The detail here would make a design interior drool of lust, the magical atmosphere seemed so dreamy. a huge grin never mistaken to appear on my face every time i catch a sight of the straw bowl filled with beautiful fresh fruits that could easily be mistaken as plastic props but most of all the little fairy figures that tia hanged from the ceiling with clear strings to make the illusion of it actually flying.

The stories i could tell to my future kids if i have any in the future.

Jars containing sugar,coffee beans,jelly beans. A random coffee table, holding not coffee but magazines and a small dish tray of crystals. I was never a big fan of crystals, i mean i had nothing against them but felt it had no power, MAD...tia would tell me any chance she could get,mad for not seeing the positive changes. Luck is what i think it is but then again,'coincidence' i think is the more reasonable answer.

a few of the plants leaves are painted underneath, we would paint and write little messages,maritza would paint cupcakes, sofia drew crowns with gel markers, the normal innocent stuff while khatia would glue a wild cats cough ball thinking they were pom poms and  i would scratch messages using a thread needle along the lines of what i hated that day or i would draw a stick figure of my then mean therapist lady.

It was our little secret,for verda would always waltz down here and scan through tia's personal space.

'  i'll be damned if anybody found out my property involved this' she would spit at tia's face.A routine she would do since she moved into this house, go around and flick tia's items talking shit about them,not to tia directly but to herself though loud enough so tia could hear.