Misha's POV
"Mom! Whose house is this?" I inquired in high pitched voice.
"Ours of course" my mom was beaming at me and walked through the large beautifully made doors. There were 3 women in their maid uniforms assisting us with our things. I went inside and was awed by the fact that the house's interior looked like those found in beautiful castles.
"Misha!!! Snap out if it! Come here and check your room." mom called out. We went upstairs and the butler lead us to our rooms. OMG! We live in a mansion now, not only that we have maids and a butler as well.
"Mom? Did you marry a millionaire that I didn't know of?" I jokingly asked.
"Yes I did", my mom said nonchalantly.
"SAY WHAT???!!" I exclaimed flabbergasted from what she said.
"OMG! Do you think I wouldn't let you know if I'll get married? You know the answer to that already. It is quite disappointing that my daughter doesn't believe that I can actually make decent money", my mom said and sighed when we entered my room.
"Mom, I was just kidding, but I didn't expect that you earn a big sum of money from modeling" I explained.
"It is actually not from my savings alone. Your father's insurance money was also used to get this house that we have now, and we only spent a few from your father's savings." mom narrated.
"Wow! My father was actually super rich? You didn't tell me about this mom" I pointed out.
"Of course! I don't want you to be like those spoiled rich kids that doesn't even know how to do chores" mom said.
"Well you have a point, but I could've enjoyed some of the perks of being a rich kid mom!" I told her pouting.
"Stop with the pout. You look like a fully grown dog trying to look like a puppy", my mom said and squeezed my cheeks.
"Ooouch! Moooom!" I exclaimed while rubbing my reddened and aching cheeks. I hate it when she does that.
"Check out your room Misha" she cleared the way for me and I stood astounded by the mixed Mediterranean and Traditional European style interior. High ceiling and expensive furnitures. That was only at the first part of my room, because I still need to go through another door to my bedroom.
"OMG! THIS IS SO LIT!!" I exclaimed when I had a first glimpse of my bedroom. It has a mixed modern and a shabby-chic design. I have a queen sized bed with a roof that was styled pretty well. Looks sexy and classy, while another part of the room looks modern where a desk and a computer is located, while the other side consist of a dresser and drawers that looked like it was made for royals. Oh! And I forgot to mention, I also have a balcony with a very nice view of the fields and the community.
"Do you like it Misha?" My mom said nervously.
"Like it?? I LOVE IT!" I exclaimed and dashed to my mom.
"THANK YOU SO MUCH MOOOOM!!!" I hugged her tightly and repeatedly said thank you.
"ALRIGHT! Now stop! I need to breathe honey, let me go!" my mom said while struggling to free herself from my hug.
"Oops! Sorry mom. Hehe!" I said and felt embarrassed showing her my childlike side.
"Now fix your things, and go down for dinner okay?" mom instructed.
"Okay mom!" I replied.
She left and a maid and I started to organize my clothes and other things in the room. I also spent a few more minutes to talk to some of my friends about the new house. I decided to go downstairs to have dinner with my mom.
"Mooom?!" I shouted searching for her.
"Honey! I am here! Come let us get started!" She waved her hand on the right corner of the room.
I entered the room and again I was awed by how great the place is. We have a long table with lots of food served. I guess mom hired a chef to cook for us. We prayed and started eating, had a few random conversations and went back to our bedrooms.
I can't wait to check the other parts of the house tomorrow. I changed into my Pj's, and YES I still wear Pj's. I went to bed, read a few chapters of the book I was currently reading, I then decided to sleep hoping to have a great day tomorrow. - - -
- To be continued -