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As Georgia walked along side Mrs. Styles, she looked around. A chandelier hanging beautifully above them being held by a gold wire-like rope, with the stairs matching in color.

"Let me show you to your room. It's just up these stairs", Mrs. Styles told her. Georgia nodded and followed the woman up the stairs, still looking around to get familiar with the place.

They stopped in front of a white door with a sign, painted gold with Georgia's name on it, bolted to the door. Georgia stared at it for a while, never seeing her name in such a pretty color. She's only seen her name in ink on a piece of paper and that was from her writing it herself.

"Would you like to take a look inside Georgia?", Mrs. Styles said to Georgia as she snapped out of her trance. Georgia smiled her her and brought her hand to her bottom lip.
"Would love to, Miss", Georgia had stated.
"Alright, come on then", Mrs. Styles said as she took out a ring of keys to unlock her door.

Mrs. Styles pushed the door open and watched as Georgia stood in shock. There stood a room filled with pink walls and pick dressers, pink everything.
"Woah. There's so much of it", Georgia whispered. Mrs. Styles bit her lip and looked inside.
"I didn't know what you'd like so I just went for the girly things. If you don't like it I can ask the boys to spray paint it a different color", Mrs. Styles ranted.

"No, miss it's fine. It's just so bright and pink. No one has ever gotten me a room as bright as this one", Georgia said as she stepped in slowly looking everywhere. Mrs. Styles watched her look around in awe and giggled to herself.

"Well, I try", she told Georgia. Georgia smiled at her and nodded. Mrs. Styles sighed and looked around the room for any flaws that needed to be taken care of.
"Well I'll be down stairs if you need me. Please, make yourself at home", Mrs. Styles said before leaving the room. Georgia sat on the edge of her new bed and lied down on it, feet still being able to touch the ground.

"I'm back, babe", Georgia heard a masculine voice from downstairs. Must be Mr. Styles, can't image a son calling his own mother babe.

Mrs. Styles smiled at her husband and hugged him, welcoming him back home.
"Hi darling. Guess what", Mrs. Styles told her Mr. Styles.
"What", he responded back, loosing his tie.
Mrs. Styles smiled widely at her husband and clapped her hands together.

"Our new slav- I mean servant has just arrived. She's upstairs in her room", she told him. Mr. Styles smiled at his wife.
"Well did she accept the pink?", he asked his wife. Mrs. Styles nodded.

"Well that's great. I'll meet her later but right now I'm just gonna rest", he told her.
"Okay darling. Go ahead and catch up on your sleep", Mrs. Styles told him. He groaned and walked up the stairs to his own room.

Picture is Mr. Styles

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