How do I say this nicely, My room looked as if it had not been touched in over one hundred years. It was a pale pink color with white carpet. There was no dust or dirt but it was a room straight from the eighteenth century.
Mason came up behind me and looked just as flabbergasted as I did.
"I've never seen the inside of this room before," he admitted.
We stood just staring at the ancient beauty of the room for a full minute more.
"Well, here are your bags," he said, clearly not wanting to go.
"Thanks," I replied.
As I took my bags, our hands brushed. His ears went red and my probably did to. I couldn't help it, he was cute.
"I should be going," he said sheepishly.
"By," I murmured.
I was going to like it here even more than I thought.
*I know that was another short chapter but it keeps the story moving along.
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Huntresses of the Modern Era
General FictionEmma's normal teen life is turned upside down when she finds out that she grandmother is the head of an organization called HOME. With her grandmother's fighting legacy to fulfill, grades to maintain, and a possible crush on her grandmother's butler...
