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"You never said you lived in a big mansion"

"I live in a big mansion"

"Well, d'oh!"

"Come on, it's freezing out here"

"What if they won't like me?"

"They will"

"How can you be so sure?"

"I have pepper spray"

"What?"

"I was trying to make a joke."

"You suck. But no, seriously. What if they won't like me."

"Sasha, you are not being rational. You're amazing. It's just my family, not the pope."

"You think the pope wouldn't like me?"

"The pope would hate you. Now come."

"No, for real. Who the pope think he is? The pope?"

"LOL"

Truth was, it was a big mansion. I am sure it even had a pool. The walls were painted in white and it looked like a modern castle. Whoever decorated it, did a good job.

The front door lead to a large hall, almost full of flowers. You could see the backyard door straight ahead and a passage to the right was leading to the kitchen. On the left it was the dining room. One corner was designed for reading, with a bookshelf and a cosy armchair. Another one was for music, with a white piano who stood there majestically. Near the reading place was a large fireplace. The walls were decorated with family photos. Liz looked adorable as a kid.

On each side of the large hall was a staircase which led to the next floor. They united at the top. You could see a small corridor and plenty of rooms. And more corridors between the rooms. This place was huge. To maintain it, they had a butler. A nice little man. I think he was about fifty. His wife was the cook of the house and everybody called her Nana, because she was like a second mother to all.

Lizzie's room was as clean as a hospital room. Everything was in its place and it smelled like strawberries. The walls were painted in pale pink and fashion editorials were hanging from them, along with her 'Sparkly teeth' second grade diploma. Her bed was filled with stuffed animals. Every little girl's dream.

"You like it?"

"It's you"

"You can stay in my room. There are plenty of room available, but mine is the nicest."

"And pinkest"

"I was 6 when I decorated it."

"Now you're older, wiser"

"I AM EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO THE PINK. I won't redecorate"

"So you."

"Boo-hoo. Cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. Let's meet people."

We dropped our bags on the floor and left. As we walked across the corridor we stopped next to a door. The next door, precisely"

"Here's my brother's room"

"Which one?"

"Right. Tyson's. Let's see if he's here."

Lizzie knocked on the door, then opened it. Tyson was sitting at his desk with loud music playing from his laptop.

"Yo! You're here! Give me a hug! Sasha! How are you? Missed you, homie!"

"I've missed you too. What are you doing?"