Getting off the plane entailed the usual, half the people on the flight stood up for twenty minutes and clogged the aisle making getting off take longer than usual. So after finally getting off they had to spend twenty minutes looking for the right pick up spot for their luggage, which was on the other side of the building. After finally convincing a middle aged woman that she did in fact have her father's suitcase, it said 'Bonnefoy' on the side of it for Pete's sake, they went to the awaiting taxi cab and were driven home.
Saying she felt intimidated by her new home was an understatement, the place was huge. No, it wasn't a mansion but it was much bigger than she was used to. It was white with golden accents, it had front steps and a red door, the roof was blue. It almost seemed like whoever built this house was trying to make it as simple as possible while showing some kind of wealth and flashiness.
"Coming, ange doux?"
She was pulled from her trance by her father and looked up to seeing him holding the door open with one hand and smiling at her softly.
"Coming!" She called to him as she hurried up to the door and was ushered into the living room. It wasn't as gaudy as the outside of the home made her to believe. It was filled with colors like Vanilla white and beige, with the occasional ebony accent. The floor was hardwood and the kitchen was tiled, it had a staircase that was padded with rug.
"Your room is upstairs two doors down on the left," he told her putting down his suitcase, "you can…get unpacked and I'll have dinner ready in a couple of hours."
He had hesitated at the mention of unpacking, apparently remembering just then that she almost nothing to unpack. Inwardly she groaned, what was she going to wear to sleep in, she had fallen asleep in her dress, but she couldn't wear it forever. Trudging upstairs she found her room, which consisted of a bed with pink blankets and bed sheets and pillows, white walls and pale blue carpeting, a white dresser with pink handles and a white book case, empty of course. Obviously her father thought she would have more things to bring with her as well as an unhealthy obsession with pink. Opening the dresser she was disappointed to find it empty, of course her father wouldn't buy her any clothes, he was a guy what would he know about buying a, 12 year old, girl clothes!
After putting her things in the appropriate areas, which wasn't hard what with the lack of said things. She laid on her bed until she heard her father calling her down to dinner. She was impressed with what was there, Spaghetti with spinach and fried oysters, it's her favorite, she loves it almost as much as scalloped potatoes. Mm mm cheesy goodness….. anyway she couldn't help the smile she made after taking her first bite and apparently her father couldn't help but notice, seeing as she heard him chuckle a bit at her dreamy state. She could get used to this.
Forgot to mention i'm using google translate so sorry if some things are wrong.