I always thought my old home was large, but I guess I was wrong.
This house is huge!
It has a warm, classy feeling that screams, "I'm made of money!" It's surrounded by a thick foliage of trees. I didn't even realize I was walking until I got to a large garage where some cars are already parked in designated stalls with their maintenance tools. The door is open and some guys are beside some of the cars in work overalls that are covered in grease. My guess is that they're taking some maintenance tests, making sure the cars are fine after being shipped.
The house is white with black accents. There are wall length windows in places, that I guess are major parts of the house. The lights inside are on, so it looks like the helpers arrived already. There are balconies in some places which are definitely rooms. There are thick lawns with the sprinklers on and some flowers leading up to the huge stone steps.
"Do you need some help Miss Haden?" The chauffeur asked opening my door.
It took a while for it to register that I was being spoken to. After what seemed like ages (although it was like three minutes), I broke my staring contest with the house and took his hand which held a small map.
"Thanks, but Reyna would do", I said with a small smile.
I picked up my backpack and ran up the steps that led into the mansion, passing my parents on the way. As usual, they were busy with their assistants, on phone calls and yelling. The house was larger on the inside with warm lights gracing the walls and glistening against the floor.
Moving past them, I used the map to locate my room. It still smells musky, like it hadn't been inhabited for a long time. I could tell the walls had been repainted, seeing as they looked new. Maids in uniform, were still bustling about, carrying boxes and cleaning equipment with them.
As usual, the living room was extravagant. It housed a dazzling chandelier that was still being polished, Victorian style tea tables and floor length windows. There was a fireplace that was being scrubbed and grated. Overhead hung a family portrait we had taken in December.
It was a family tradition that every year we take a family picture. The one that was hanging currently was from last year. I'm sure the rest were hung in some hallways alongside some of the family's elders' portraits like my grandmother and her brothers.
As I walked through the grand interior, I was greeted by some of the helpers. I passed more cardboard boxes, before finally locating the grand spiral staircase.There were more maids scrubbing, polishing and waxing. Some were even on their knees! I gave them all a warm smile before getting to the first floor as they greeted me.
With the plan I had been giving, I was able to locate my new room. The hallways upstairs had even more maids. They were a lot busier than the ones downstairs since they were caring for the rooms.
The halls had been divided into two: the east wing and the west wing. My room was in the east. I noticed all the doors were open, so were the windows so I guessed they were being aired. They were also filled with more boxes and furnishings. Grand polished wooden desks and chairs. Even the beds had a timeless design!My room was the last one so I had enough space.
As I stood in the doorway, I took in the room. It wasn't large , but it was big enough for me. My boxes that were labeled were untouched, just as I had asked. But everything else was in place.The floors were made of fine wood. Some maids were still at work, dusting and wiping down the surfaces. They saw me standing and bowed their heads as they left.
I had a desk that was made of fine oak, engraved with a weird design that was probably fashionable in its time. Beside it to the left was a book case made of the same material with the same design pattern. It had lots of shelves and the design patterns were the same.The bed was large as well, probably enough for seven large men lying side by side. It was elevated so you had to climb three steps to get to it. It was already laid with grey covers, blankets and pillows. Even my teddy bear, sniffles ,who one of my cousins won for me when I was five was there, seated happily in the middle. At the time, he was almost double my size. There were bedside tables on each side, and they held a lamp each. Both tables were of the same design of the same design as the table. The lampshades were grey to match the rooms theme.I decided to check out my closet, but I was met with a wonderful surprise.
It was a walk-in with Japanese slide doors in front. All the furnishings were white. My clothes were already hung and everything else was where it was meant to be, including my jewelry. The closet held a dressing table and two mirrors: one full length wall and one over the table. My shoes were in their boxes on the racks and there was an ottoman in the middle of the closet. There where yellow fairy lights that illuminated the closet with a gold hue and it looked so dazzling against the polished surfaces.
I unconsciously walked over to the wall mirror and stared in shock at my reflection. I looked horrible. My braids were fuzzy and I had bags under my eyes. I looked so tired. Even my eyes seemed dull. Those eyes. I decided to take a warm bath before doing more exploration, which led me to the bathroom.
The bathroom was filled with marble. Everything was spotless and clean. The sink had a mirror over it and left of it was the bathtub and window. A full section of the bathroom was closed of containing my new rain shower. Even the curtains were white. The shower was enclosed within a glass door on the right. So was the toilet. The sink seemed to be on a table and underneath there was a cabinet with the same wood design. Behind me, there were wooden shelves and towel racks. On the back of the door there was a robe hanger. It all looked nice. I sighed as I undressed and tossed my clothes into the basket. I'm loving this place. It seemed to me like I had just found my new home. I wrapped my braids into a high bun and walked into the shower.
Too bad I would have to ruin it.