Seraphic | s. rogers

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Irene Eldridge's P.O.V.
Eldridge Estate, San Diego, California

      The blistering, hot water that emitted from the shower heads in my ornamental, vast shower space splashed onto my skin, making it as red as blood. The scorching heat resulted in fog appearing in the golden marbel themed room. The fog appeared on the gigantic mirror adjacent to the fancy sink, the glass of the shower was also covered by the substance as drops of water were also evident.

      I raised my head to the main shower head as my eyes shut involuntarily, the hot water splashed onto my porcelain face as it soothed my once tense, aching muscles.

      I felt my shoulders fall in relaxation at the soothing water. I sighed in content. All I wished for was for the water to wash away all of my problems and take away the weight of the world that resided on my shoulders, its heavy, non-existent weight felt so real sometimes I would question if there was actually something on those body parts.

     As I finished my shower, I exited my elegantly decorated bathroom. The cold air of my room which was connected to the bathroom sent shivers up and down my body. I strode towards my walk-in closet, my towel wrapped tightly around my slim body, as I searched the medium-sized room for an acceptable outfit for the day.

    I walked over to the business clothing section of my closet, swiftly looking over skirts, dress shirts, and blazers, searching for a suitable outfit for the day.

     I grabbed one of my ebony black, pencil skirts, with a slit in the middle at the back, a pale pink sleeveless shirt that hugged my chest area and flared out a little at the end showing of a little cleavage in the middle, pale pink stilettos and my black Michael Kors sachel.

     I peacefully wore my outfit, and then started with my makeup.

     My eyes were thickly lined with eyeliner, the ends flared out in a perfect manner. My eyelids were also covered my eye shadow, the smokey eye fairly existent, my eyes popping out. I grabbed my pink blusher, applying it on my already tinted cheeks, the action making my face look more alive. I then used my bronzer to define my cheekbones, jaw, and my face shape. I then applied nude lipstick, puckering my lips as I stared at my impeccable appearance, a feeling of approval washing over me.

      I got up from my vanity, grabbed my sachel, and strode out of my bedroom. I took the spiral stairs of my residence down to my foyer. The chandelier hanging elegantly on the roof contrasted the rays of the sunlight thay came from the gigantic windows, giving the room a lovely glow.

     The foyer was decorated with elegant side tables, ancient vase and paintings. The floors were made of marble, giving the place an ornamental glamour that came with the decor. The clicking of my heels caught the attention of my best friend and bodyguard, Michael.

     He turned to face me, his eyes looking over my outfit and then back to my porcelain face. "You look elegant and classy as ever, Irene." He nodded in approval. I walked over to him, taking his arm into mine as we strode towards the wooden, brown doors of the Eldridge Residence in San Diego, California.

     "Well, I do aim to please, Mike." I glanced up to him, my smirk evident on my pale, make-up covered face. He chuckled, understanding the inside joke between us. We reached the limousine that was parked in front of my residence, on the brick street around the small, round-about covered with grass and flowers that bloomed all throughout the seasons.

     My driver, Stefan, opened the limousine's door for me, "Good morning, Ms. Eldridge." He smiled, as he grabbed onto my hands to help me enter the long car. I smiled back, gratefully.