Painted orange, the sun shimmered in, through the gloomy windows, the curtains danced with the breeze. As the light razed though the shadows, filling it with an orange hue. In the middle, seated a plush recliner, he swirled the wine in his hand, he sighed, staring at the celling. A dreamy smile etched on his gleaming face. "Oh, my Baby… oh my, you are a feisty" His chuckle reverberated through the room. His flagrant eyes unfurled, from the light shuffle of feet. Outside the greyish room, Climbing up, her heels clicked against the wooden stairs. "Good afternoon, young lady" an elderly butler said. Stone-face, she replied "Afternoon, Wilson. Is my brother inside?" Wilson said "Yes, Young master is inside, he must be resting" "Thank you, you may leave" Wilson bowed and disappeared her sight with quick strides down. Facing his door, her beautiful face contorted into a haggard, scarecrow. <
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