ONE. TO THE POLISHED BAD APPLES OF HOUSE ROTTEN (WELCOME...) THIS SUMMER, 2019
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Rose Cameron refuses to live in a home that isn't perfect. It would genuinely kill her. You'd probably find her dead in her drawing room with torn up sketches of all her stepchildren at her limp feet for evidence on her distress.
She has breakfast all set on the table, like every weekend. Ward draws himself a glass of orange juice around her. They float between one another rather simply. It's kind of disgusting. The family portrait in Ward's office has been dusted for the day. All that's needed is the kids that aren't her own. She heavily dislikes all but one of them. Maybe. "I can wake them," Ward mumbles over his glass, like he'd be doing a great service. Like they aren't actually his own fucking blood, sweat, and tears. His light eyes stare down at his laptop screen, emails after emails to be read regarding his businesses.
Rose hates that he does this at the table. Yet, she is still smiling. This fucking—
"No, it's alright. I'll get them." She continues to smile at him, he squeezes her boneyard hand gently as she goes.
She makes her way towards the stairs. She's a tall yet slender woman of tan summer skin. She's got honeyed hair with darker strands. Her legs seem to go on forever in her midi skirts and kitten heels. There's never a hair out of place. She doesn't wear much make up. Her tops are never wrinkled. No matter how much wine she drinks, she never fucking smells like it. You can never tell when she's fucked either—
Dominic is convinced she's a fucking witch.
She's perfect. That women. Rose Cameron.
Rose always goes by the doors, one by one. They go from youngest to oldest—and the youngest of this family happens to be her favorite. Her mind has not been controlled yet, for she makes up her own opinions on whatever she pleases. She does not follow her cattle of siblings. She deems that Rose Cameron is not all that bad, to her at least. Mackenzie Cameron is a darling girl.
Rose knocks on the door gently before she steps in. The room is dim and fairly lit by the small fairy night light that sits by the bathroom door outlet. Mackenzie's bathroom has a leading door to Sarah Cameron's room, it makes sense to them to be the only ones in the house who share a bathroom.
Mackenzie is quiet and hidden under her pale green and white sheets. She has a canopy bed where twinkling lights and stars hang all around. Her floor is spotless and every drawer is not over stuffed with clothes, like Sarah's. It smells like lavender and the air in these four walls just feels so clean. Rose loves it in here. She finds herself in here sometimes when she's home alone. She sits on the edge of the girls bed and just stares and breathes, like she's searching for something.
