Ruthanne Georgeson High

💎 •Ren and Renee Georgeson•

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| Dedicated to @sun-raes |

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| The Orange Villa, 1102, Mariah Georgeson Street, VGC |

          Lavender, lemon and orange scents filled her nostrils and slithered up her nasal cavity and up till they fogged her olfactory bulb, seeped into the bloody mass and spewed out to every nerve connected to it, carrying the sensation to every spot beneath her skin.

She closed her eyes in ecstasy.

She soaked herself deeper into the bubble bath till only the upper part of her face remained visible and just one word could she find to describe the feel.

Bliss.

          Outside her de luxe bathroom, mini lounge and bedroom; in an equally lavish room across from hers was her twin brother, pacing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the villa's garden. His fingers knead the back of his neck as he conversed with Ruthanne's Media & Publicity manager on the school's new web outlook and social media handles—making sure as the Head Boy, everything was perfect for a new school year.

          Down the hall, many doors from his, was their step brother's room. A garbage dump of a room. And his current activity, despite that morning being the first day of school, mirrored his untidy and nonchalant self. He was banging his head to a hit music blasting through the headphone he was wearing.

          The corridors of the floors, except the last, in the villa had immaculately dressed cleaners mopping, and sweeping, and cleaning it.

The kitchen at the last floor stirred with the activities of cooks going about making a full Irish breakfast for the Georgesons and still out in the gardens, lawn and driveway were more workers dashing to and fro.

          The hazel-eyed blonde luxuriously stepped out of the tub and onto a mauve bathmat.

She twirled to the side and shook her flowing hair behind her to rid it of water droplets before reaching for a purple towel. She wrapped it around her slim frame and made her way out of the bathroom in a lazy stroll.

She walked over to a white vanity table etched at the edges with glittering purple and golden flecks, on getting to her walk-in closet-cum-dressing room. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she stripped bare.

On the vanity laid countless of beauty products: boxes of colognes and deodorants, body lotions, toners, tanners and sunscreens; cleansers and exfoliants, masks and peels; concealers, highlighters and foundations; makeup and nail kit, and some supplements.

The rooms [closet, lounge and bedroom] were a mixture of deep red and purple colors with a dash of gold, giving the place a sensual ambience.

A huge canopy bed with silken coverings and surrounded by every piece of modern furniture stood at the middle a wall from which sculptures and paintings hung from. On the bed was a Ruthanne Georgeson uniform and some accessories.

The blonde picked up a hair dryer, slid into an armless white chair and began working on her hair. An hour later, she pushed the chair under the vanity table with a knee and stood back.