Liana's POV
It was finally Monday, and I was finally going to UCLA, the land of my dreams. Well, the land of my dream. I have only one right now, we're gonna sort the rest out later.
I woke up on the right side of my bed, which made no difference, because I was still grumpy as hell, and I wasn't looking forward to human interaction, but just then...
"Hey, Liana!" Oh my god. How does a pregnant woman have this much enthusiasm at ten in the morning?
"Hey, Freya," I grumbled, still half asleep. "I can see you're not really a morning person, Kole's gonna like that,"she muttered, smirking, " But I just wanted to tell you that breakfast is ready, or brunch, you can choose. And also, please tell Colton to bring you to my office, he's downstairs eating too. " And she was gone.
I sighed, getting up and moving into the bathroom. I was gonna take a shower and go downstairs, eat to my heart's content, and start psyching myself for three months with that bloke, Kole. I was still pretty offended by the newspaper thing that he said, though it was true. But he didn't have to know that.
I hadn't really looked at the shower yesterday, cos I was kind of sleepy, but damn, it looked good. Especially with the sunlight coming in, hitting the all-white tiles at the perfect angles. It was really amazing.
The stall was at one corner of the room, and I think the constructors must have thought they were all gonna be using the shower at the same time, because it was huge and had glass doors, just like everything else in the house. The bathtub was also huge and white. Every single thing in the house was white, with white designs on them. You could see the designs, but they were also white. How was that even possible? And the bathtub was covered by Versace shower curtains. How did they even get those?! We're they limited edition? Were they custom made? I had so many questions, which I was gonna be asking someone later.
I took a long, steamy shower and put on a blue pair of jeans with a white pair sock-looking shoes with the word 'Balenciaga' written on the side. What was Balenciaga, some kind of red velvet cake or something?
Anyway, I put my hair into a half up, half down thing, cos it was so easy, and put on a plain white shirt, whose sleeves I had folded. I liked my shirts like that, I literally did it to all the shirts I had gotten. Speaking of which, why did she buy me so many stuff? I was going to ask her when I went to her office.
I got out of my room, which was right next to the elevator, and stood there for a hot minute, looking at the stairs right across the room. Why have both on every floor? I shrugged and took the stairs, probably it was just one elevator that could go on every floor in the house.
I went downstairs, and I saw that Colton was almost done eating, that meant he would be going wherever soon.
"Colton?" He turned, and smiled when he saw me. He had an adorable smile. "Good morning, Miss Reigns, what can I do for you?" "Just call me Liana, I'm not really that important," I said, " But anyways, Freya said to tell you to send me to her office after breakfast."
" Sure, just eat and we'll be on our way. I'll be in the kitchen," he said, pointing in the direction of the kitchen and going there.
I moved over to the food table, and right there and then, I swear there was a host of angels singing behind me, 'Aaaaaauuhhh'.
This right here, this was it. There was sausages, vanilla and chocolate chip pancakes with caramel sauce, chocolate sauce and/or strawberry syrup, waffles and chicken, normal toast, french toast, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, grapes, strawberry and chocolate milk, tumeric-honey chai tea, hot chocolate, green tea, stuff I didn't know, and water. What was going to be happening in this house? I turned to look for the plates, and I nearly fainted. The plates were on a table, right next to the lunch.
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It's Always Been You
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