The MANSION {Madre's Mansion}

WHO IS SHE? ;..

Third-person narrative...

Sonia just found a table on which Desmond kept his latest drawings. She had been staring at a drawing which unknown to her is a drawing Desmond made of her own eyes, when the papers in her hands fall to the ground.

She sees part of another drawing. She only sees the girl's wild curly hair and the girl's eyebrows. She stoops to pick up the drawing when Desmond walks in at the nick of time and quickly draws the paper out of her reach.

"What?... "She questions in confusion as she stands to look at Desmond.

"What is that? " she questions in suspicion after studying Desmond's uneasy look.

"Nothing! " Desmond replies sharply as he prays deep down she doesn't struggle to see it as that would result in him tearing the picture.

Of course, Desmond won't let Sonia see the drawing he made of her as that would reveal the fact that he had been thinking of her so much so, he could make a perfect drawing of her off heart and without her being there.
He also won't show her cause most importantly, the fact that he has developed a very soft spot for her would begin to surface.

"Then let me see." The curious birthday girl demands trying to reach for the picture Desmond is hiding behind him.

"I said no! " he replies and Sonia knows he is hiding something.

"I know it's a girl. " Sonia says to throw him off guard as she folds her hands over her chest.

"Is she your crush?" She asks as she leans towards Desmond while wiggling her brows. Desmond instantly turns bright red and this is the first time she's seen him blush or embarrassed.

Sonia doesn't feel too good about this new development as it confirms her suspicions and she although would not admit it, doesn't like the idea of Desmond having feelings for any other girl but she has to keep the show going.

"So she is! " she states pointing at Desmonds' slightly red face.

"If you want it so bad, why don't you get it? " Desmonds asks as he snaps out of his blush zone and back to his normal, chicky self.

"I would if I could. " Sonia states as she tries once more to get the paper from behind Desmond.

"Then get it. " Desmond replies holding the folded paper high over his head. She struggles to get to it and even jumps but still can't reach it.

"Aww, someone's too short. " Desmond teases with a little pout and the look of false sympathy on his face. A look Sonia finds both annoying and cute.

"I'm not short! You're just abnormally tall! " Sonia retorts with a frustrated pout and her cheeks bright red in embarrassment.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night dear. Whatever makes you sleep... "Desmond replies patting her head. She watches him place the paper in a little opening in the ceiling made of logs and planks.

He then walks over to the main table.
"Come on... " he says holding out his hand. She stares at him with her hands crossed over her chest then huffs and looks away. Desmond is confused by her reaction.

"What's wrong? " Desmond questions in worry.

"I'm not short! " Sonia replies with her lips twisted like a little child who's trying to prove a point.

Desmond can't help but roll back his head as laughter burst out his lungs. His laughter is so pure and uncompressed. He is laughing so hard his entire body is shaking and he has turned bright red while Sonia just stands there staring at him in confusion.

"Okay... Okay... You're not short. You're the perfect height. " Desmond surrenders as he is still trying to stable his breath. He found Sonia's reaction to being unexpected, childish, and cute.

"You're just saying it. " Sonia replies looking away from him as she feels Desmond is just saying so to make her feel better whereas he thinks she's a bit too short.

Desmond walks up to Sonia and places both his hands on her shoulders. She looks up at him and their eyes meet.

"You are a perfect work of art. Done on the purest canvas, with the finest brushes, exquisite color choices, and by the master himself. "

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