Angel's recently inherited lodge appeared quite homely with a rustic charm as opposed to the interiors.
Those interiors would requisite simple embellishing and organizing, most of it being empty and devoid of colors.
She heaved a sigh, brushing off her sweat, now almost on the verge of dripping down her wide forehead.
Her head was still spinning in whirls due to the fact that both her parents had recently lost their lives and though she felt despondent, her shoulders now were free of any previous pressures and expectations. She was at this point in the condition to do as she pleased, having inherited the entire family fortune including the mostly vacated summer house in Forks, Washington, a small town which was idealistic for a calm and drama free environment, that could help her with concentrating on her art.
There now. That's the last box done with. She shrugged off her denim jacket and strode outside, to be greeted with a refreshing breeze, which brought relief from the stuffy house.
Letting her long wavy ebony hair down to blow merrily in the wind, she grinned, squinting at the sun that shone brightly in the pale blue sky.
With all her belongings carefully placed inside, all she had to do now was to unpack. That could certainly be done later. She deserved a break. Exploring the area was a priority she ought not to keep off any longer.