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Chapter Three: Welcome Home

Misty stood in the doorway of the Jurgen mansion with an expression that could only be described as "slack jawed yokel". Their mansion was actually a modified castle from the medieval period in Europe's history. She had never seen such amazing architecture nor anything even similar to the suits of armor and tapestries that covered the walls. A giant chandelier was hung tastefully before a large stairwell that looked like something from Beauty and the Beast. A soft red carpet with a golden hem covered the floor and stairs.

Robert walked past her with a slight grin on his face. "Leave it to a commoner to be amazed by something as quaint as this," he spread his arms and looked around. He turned back to her to see that she was no longer in the door but examining a tapestry that depicted a young man in his families armor. She was muttering about the excellent craftsmanship when Oliver came over and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly and turned to look at him. A soft smile played across her face before she looked at Robert and asked in a rather sarcastic manner "Did you say something?"

Enrique and Johnny suppressed their laughter as Roberts cheeks became a light crimson in his rage. Misty walked over to the three young men and smiled at them. "Thanks for letting me stay here."

Robert scoffed slightly ad turned around. "Gutsav!" Hardly a second after being called for an older man in a tux stepped forward. He nodded to Robert and his friends before looking at Misty. "If you could follow me Madame, your room has already been prepared." With that he walked off and up the stairs.

She looked from one boy to another before running after the butler. It was obvious that this castle was not a place to go walking around unless one knew their way. With a determined look set on her face she followed obediently to a large set of doors, intricately inlaid with designs of vines growing from the door knob. Going inside she saw an old fashioned queen sized bed with a canopy, curtains, and, yes, silk sheets. Wow, these guys have everything.

Looking around she saw a couch, a table, and the thing all women dream of: a balcony. To the left walking in was a walk in closet that could have fit her bedroom back home along with half of the kitchen. To the right was a large bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub, a separate shower, and a sink counter as big as the counter in her kitchen. Shaking her head she looked around one last time before jumping on to the bed.

She immediately jumped off and looked at the beaded and laced nightmare that she had landed on. It was a light pink dress with beadwork in the bodice and lace around the collar, cuffs, and hem. Looking closer she saw that the dress was made to her exact measurements. With a slight twitch in her eye she picked it up and walked out of her room, intent on finding Mr. "I'm so important" Jurgen.

After about ten minutes of walking Misty noticed something: she had no idea where she was going. With a cry of frustration she slammed herself down into the center of the hallway and pounded her fists on the ground. Taking deep breaths she tried to rationally figure out how to best get out of her current predicament.

Then it came to her. All she had to do was one very simple thing. Taking a deep breath she got up and screamed into the hall "ROBERT! ENRIQUE! OLIVER! JOHNNY! I'M LOST AND IF YOU DON'T COME FIND ME I WILL KEEP YELLING!"