Normani had left , to go shopping with Anna , about thirty minutes ago.
I was sitting on a stool by the kitchen island, scrolling through twitter.
Mani had made the huge mistake of trusting me with her phone number, so I obviously started sending her annoying texts.
I decided to explore the house , now that I was alone.
She had a simple yet stylish home decor, something I would of chosen myself.
Beautiful and unique framed art lined the main hallway, a small but breathtaking chandelier added mood lighting to the end.
A stairway by a window , made the the small room huge.
I made my way up , running my hand along the woodwork.
Everything seemed to have been specifically picked to fit together.
I was hit with my own reflection, in front of me a huge mirror covered the wall.
Made me realize I need to dress myself better from now on .
I wondered further to the first door I could reach.
A small lounge covered with art pieces from all over the world.
You could tell they all had a story to tell.
The room was dimly lighted, but was completely white (floor and walls)
I could see the stars outside from a large window, which I later found was a sliding door for a small balcony.
I went up to it , and stared at the moon , who happened to big full tonight.
I rarely got to stare at it , since my dad and I lived in the middle of the city .
The sound of distant music made me feel as if I was home.
I could make out the beat to speaking my language by the common kings.
Smiling to myself, I swayed softly to the familiar sound.
I started singing softly still staring at the stars, wondering if my mom was out there.
If maybe she liked Dinah .
She would of loved Anna.
I know that for sure.
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Your eyes, they tell a story. Dinah Jane /You
FanfictionY/N is the normal boring woman who spends too much time on social media. She has a powerful father in the music industry . She fell for an angel ...... She wants to treat her right.
