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𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞, her body slouched among her fluffy pillows and duvet. Unlike most family dinners, the Villada women were busy scurrying around in preparation for Polo's trial, leaving their children and new house guests to fend for themselves.
To her pleasure, Polo had been busy with his own idea of preparation with his girlfriend that Chari only had to order take out for two; where she and Valerio lavished upon a three course tri tip dinner courtesy of her mothers' credit card on the veranda. Skipping dessert without their stomachs settling, the two peeled their uniform piece by piece then jumped into the pool for a swim while finishing off their third bottle of wine before tiring to their rooms.
As early as the youngest girl woke to begin her daily morning routine, Chari was more of a night rider. Nowadays, she ran off her insomnia unless she partied to bed - but waking up at the crack of dawn either partially intoxicated or hungover wasn't her cup of tea, she was a mimosa type of girl.
By the time she finished her shower, her baby buzz had lured and she found herself in the position she was now, bundled in her robe with her hair in a towel, casually popping cherry candy puffs into her mouth. Her eyes were glued to her flat screen as she caught up on her reality television shows, which she often found ironic considering how her life seemed to match what she was watching.
The tips of her ears twitched when she heard her bedroom door open, however, she kept her focus straight ahead. Her lips were parted into an o shape while she held the circular hard candy in between her lips, before inhaling and sucking it into her mouth.
"I see we have a new house guest," her mother hummed as she sat at the foot of her bed. Chari's eyes were stuck upon her television while she sucked on her candy. "His dad kicked him out," she said blandly while the hard candy rolled back and forth between cheek to cheek, "besides it's just Valerio, you adore him."
That was true. It was no surprise the Villada women absolutely cherished Valerio as if he were their mere flesh.
Andrea Villada giggled into the air and glanced over towards her daughter's walk-in closet, frowning when she noticed the lack of dresses in the center rack. She had purchased three newly stitched business attire dresses for Charisma to choose from, yet all three were missing from their rack. Standing from the bed, her heels clacked against the wooden floored tile, echoing into the closet. Her eyes roamed through the endless racks of clothes, finding them hung in a corner with various dresses still tagged.
Grabbing all three hangers, Andrea placed them on her index finger and walked back into the room. Holding the dresses in the air, her voice grew agitated, "what's this?"
