Like Mother, Like Daughter

Chapter 4

Annastasia

I wake up on the most comfortable bed my body ever laid on. It's Saturday morning and the light peeks through the sides of the thick, heavy curtains on Serena's room. I look to my left at her sleeping figure and I feel jealous of how nice she looks for someone who just slept for 9 hours straight.

I sniff the air.

Something smells delicious.

I get up slowly, careful not to make any noise. My feet land inside my fluffy slippers and I get up, picking up my duffel bag which was still on the floor and making my way to the door on the right side of the fireplace before opening it, getting in the elegant bathroom and closing it quietly behind me. I turn on the light and the beautiful white and pink bathroom greets me. It's mostly covered in shiny pearl white tiles, with 3 light pink tile lines at the top, center, and bottom of the walls. Delicate flowery designs adorn certain pink tiles on the line in the center, with the perfect amount of space between them. The floor tiles are a matching shade of white, and the sink, toilet and tub/shower combo are white with gold and pink details.

I walk over to the tub, plug the drain and open the tap while examining the variety of bath salts, oils and essences lined up on the wall that Serena had welcomed me to use the day before while showing me the bathroom. I pick a few exotic ones and pour some of each one onto the water. A couple of minutes later I'm inside the bathtub surrounded by foam. The exotic smells mix in the air, the warm water relaxes my muscles and I let out a sigh, each and every one of my thoughts dissipating with it.

This is life right here.

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After I'm finished with my bath, I put on my white, lacy blouse and dark blue jeans and head out of the bathroom back into Serena's bedroom. She's still asleep and I shake my head. I had been in the bathroom for an hour, so I decide to wake her up.

"Serena" I whisper "it's eleven o'clock. Wake up and let's have some breakfast"

She groans and rolls off of the bed, landing on the floor and I laugh. She gets up from the floor and walks over to the windows, opening the curtains. Then, she walks over to the door on the left side of the fireplace.

"Oh, I haven't shown you my closet yet" she realizes "come, you can leave your things here."

She opens the door and goes in nonchalantly. I go in after her and smile as I see the walk-in closet, which is exactly how I expect it to be: pink, white and black, huge, and with bright light bulbs everywhere. It was also incredibly spacious, with shelves covering the left and right walls and a big mirror attached to the one in front of us, covering it entirely. A fluffy black rug covers part of the white wooden floor and there's a big, light pink footstool right in the middle of it.

Serena is most definitely a girly girl.

After putting my things away in Serena's closet and watching as she struggled with what to wear even though we were staying home, we both went downstairs to have some breakfast.

I tried not to expect anything, but boy was I excited to see how their breakfasts were like as wealthy people. If there was something I had learned from my short time there was that they never disappoint.

And they didn't that time either.

The table was set with a black embroidered tablecloth on the grand dining room. On the table there were fresh, still warm croissants, bacon and eggs, pancakes and waffles. Jack was already sitting down and eating. I glanced at the box of Lucky Charms in front of him and chuckled. With all that delicious-looking fresh food in front of him, there he was, happily eating his Lucky Charms with milk off of a bowl.