All Of Us

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Gold starred my body. The morning sun my awakening call alerting me that it's a new day. I peel my body off the cold, but surprisingly comfortable, wooden floor. A yawn escapes my body as I stretch.

Grabbing my phone, I look at the time: 6am. Nothing better than an early start to the day.

Excitement surges my entire being at the realisation of my date today. A date with three devilishly handsome men. I'm one lucky bitch.

I get ready for the day. Finally having a very much needed shower. Throwing on an oversized rick and morty shirt and underwear once I'm done.

Quickly, I run towards the kitchen and fill up my 1 litre water bottle with pineapple juice.

Once I retrieve to my new room, I look at all the bland boxes knowing I need to get to work.

I sigh as I walk towards the box closest to me.

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After about two hours my room was finally finished.

No more boxes in sight.

The walls a pure bright white, the wooden floor a light grey. My double bed pressed towards one wall and across from it hung my tv. A mirrored wardrobe next to it. My desk pressed against the same wall where the head of the bed was. Make-up, skincare products and notebooks lay on top of it. A shelf rested above my bed, besides the window, colourful books lined neatly on it. In the middle of the room lay a small lilac round rug.

I collapse onto the white sheets with a smile. Exhaustion weighed on my mind but I knew I had a lot to do today.

And so, I got up from my comfortable position on my extremely comfortable bed.

Opening up my wardrobe, I take notice of all my outift choices for tonight.

A smoke coloured door comes into my view. I don't even have time to knock before it opens and I'm in the arms of my mum.

I smile and wrap my arms around her. The house smelling of baked goods flows through the air.

"Mon doux garçon," she said as she held me at arms length. Smiling brightly while she looked at my face. Her blue eyes bright and her caramel hair in big curls.

"Maman, you saw me last week."

"Je sais, je sais Marcel. I just missed you is all." Finally, she pulled my into the house.

I sank into the couch, a tray of my mother's baked goods sat on the coffee table. My mum right next to me.

"Where's dad?"

"I made him go the supermarket," she laughed. "He'll be back any minute now however."

I nod, "How've you been this week?"

"Oh mon Dieu! I've been so busy in the bakery, people have been ordering like crazy. Asides from that, I'm very well. Yesterday your father brought me flowers." Her emotions flowed through each of her sentences.

I look at the coffee table and saw indigo hydrangeas: her favourite.

"What about you, mon amour, what's new in your life?"

I smile at the thought of Mila.

"Well..."

The front door opens and we're met with my father's voice, "Ya chertovski nenavizhu lyudey!"

My mum laughed as she shouted back at him, "My tebya tozhe lyubim."

In order for my dad to marry my mum he had to learn french, out of respect and love for my dad she learnt russian for him in return. When we moved to England, we all learnt english.

My mum's hands on my shoulders, shaking me, took me out of my thoughts. "Continuer, I saw that smile on your face earlier. I want to hear what's making my dear boy smile like that."

"Okay, okay, so her name's Mila..."

And so, I told my mum about the small woman with those beautiful siren, emerald eyes and the adorable smile that have captivated my heart within the few seconds of our meeting.

A white, silk, bodycon dress hugged my body. Stopping at my mid-thigh, my legs bare and white heels on my feet. A diamond necklace adorns my neck and diamond earrings crawl up my ears.

My dark chestnut brown hair straightened, reaching my waist. Makeup is light and simple except for the blood red lipstick colouring my lips.

Grabbing my white baguette bag and looking at the the time. 10 more minutes. I sit with anticipation.