Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN | Burns Meet All
"NOW THAT YOU are in my domain, I would like to remind each and every one of you to stay away from all the priced vase collection of my mother's. She hates it when someone touches it."
"Who cleans it then?" I curiously asked when I saw the white hallways opening into a vast hall. Large, spotless black and white tiles ran through the floors of the mansion with a huge, expensive rug placed in the middle. An ebony colored table was in the middle, fresh white tulips springing out of the decorative black vases.
The entire place was gorgeous.
Spiraling, white chandelier hung down over the hall, illuminating the entire place. The entire walls leading up to the white ceilings were laden with built in paintings that were live painted by one of the best artists of Paris.
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"My mother only trusts her chambermaid Giselle with the vases so it's alright," Natalie shrugged as she led us to the middle of the stairways.
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"Daddy's in his study so we'll have to take the west side staircase. Follow me, bitches."
On the posh Boca Do Lobo couch, was a set of grey and brown sequined throw pillows. Above the couch was a portrait of Natalie standing in her private study room, a satin sash covering her chic look. Her hair was light brown in the picture and the vain streak glistened in her eyes. As always.
