"We expect the worst, and hope for the best".
_Mirabella_
..................
Mirabella Viola Hendrix, or Mirabella Viola Abeli.. never had it easy, as long as she can remember, she was being mistreated by her 'parents', never had the...
We approached the large door, and a guard stepped in to open it, as we got inside, I was met with a cute elderly women, as tall and me, she looked in mid 50s, but she still looked in shape.
"Oh my joy, isn't she a beauty, I'm Isa, the boys call me nana isa", said the cute women in front of me, as she brought me in a hug, and I tried not to wince as I reciprocate the same gesture.
"You're so pretty my dear, you look so much like your mom", nana said, and I instantly felt like crying, I like the sound of mama, maybe she's 'her', the one that the Hendrix's were talking about.
"Thank you, that means alot", I said, still keeping a blank face, but I could feel my eyes soften at her compliments. Nana gave me one more smile, before she turned and left, And it's then when I noticed the beautiful interior of the mansion.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
At the farthest right, I could see the faint marble in the kitchen and the table that comes along with.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(the grey one, since the counters are white)
And in the other side of the mansion there was a living room.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
