Noon came faster then we expected so we now all sat in the vehicle with one car infront and one in the back like it was some sort of presidential thing. Colson drove Casey and I up a decent size driveway. I turned back to see Casey smiling when we seen the house.
"What is this"? I smiled.
"You wanted quiet right"? Colson asked and squeezed my hand.
We parked and got out of the car together as a lady with a blue, skin tight dress got out of her convertible. Her black hair in a tight bun and a giant pair of sunglasses covering her eyes. I looked down at my outfit and felt less. I was wearing a simple fall dress with a sweater to cover me. Casey walked over and grabbed my hand and looked up at me.
"Dont do that. You look very nice. She probably knew who she was meeting with today". She whispered.
Oh Casey. My little support system.
"Hi I'm Heather. You must be Colson". She said and gave him a hug.
He was hesitant with the hug but quickly let go.
"Hi Heather. This is my wife Luna and daughter Casey". Colson introduced.
"Well the house is ready for you. It's a little chilly since the windows are opened for the paint fumes but safe to go in". She smiled and we followed her in.
The outside was beautiful and resembled Colson so much. I seen Casey take a photo and ran over to show me. Lately I've been letting her use my camera to practice on.
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We walked into the furnished insides of the house and I smiled.
"This has all new flooring, paint, and carpets upstairs. It's a four bedroom, 4 bath and a rec room. It also fits a three car garage". Heather smiled.
I walked over to the the kitchen with Casey as she took more pictures. Colson walked over and grabbed my hand.
"I wanna show you something". He smiled and pulled me with him upstairs.
Everything was so open and light. I loved all of this. We walked down the hall and into the one bedroom.
"This would be Casey's room when shes with us. I gave her permissionto decorate herself". He whispered and stood behind me.
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