Waking up in the morning, I looked around at the room. It was a beautiful room, with hard wood floors and expensive furniture, although a little more than bare. There was and armoire in the corner, and nightstand on either side of the four post bed, and vanity; and all of it was wood, the room was mostly brown. Besides the furniture though there was nothing else, very plain and very boring, it was like an upgraded room from the rooms in St. Vladimir. My stuff was still packed in my bags; I got out of bed and padded across the room finding the first clothes to throw on. I walked down the hall and tried to listen for any sound of Abe in the house, with daylight filtering through the windows, although not a lot there were curtains pulled close over all the windows but they were thin enough to let in enough sunlight that wouldn't hurt a moroi. The hard wood flooring was everywhere and large, expensive furniture and expensive looking décor filled the place, somehow I really don't think Abe decorated the house, as amusing as the mental picture, I really couldn't see that happening.
I ended up standing in front of the door I had busted through last night, walking inside there was no sign of Abe, but the room was very him in a way; there were books lining both the side walls and a huge window opposite of the door that had heavy dark curtains pulled closed, a big solid oak desk sat in front of the window with two chairs in front of it. I closed the door behind me and walked a few feet down the hall to a huge kitchen, the really nice ones that you saw in magazines.
"Hello dear, you must be Rose." I turned around to see an older lady, thin and frail looking with gray hair pulled up into a bun and an outfit similar to what our guardians wear.
"Um, yeah." I wasn't too sure what to say, I wonder if this is his help or something.
"My name Elizabeth dear, do you want something to eat, I only received word yesterday of your coming here so I'm afraid I only have food that your father likes but I'll cook you anything you want, or I can go to the market?" She asks me with such sincerity and yet such sternness in her voice that I'm suddenly hit with the image of her wagging her finger at children and lecturing them.
"No that's okay, I'll take whatever he eats, where is Abe at anyways?" She raises an eyebrow at me referring to him by name but doesn't say anything about it.
"He normally just takes coffee and toast in the morning, and as to where he is I do not know, but he is out. There are fresh towels for washing up in your bathroom if you would like to clean up while I prepare your breakfast." She says never taking her eyes off of me.
"Okay, thanks," I say and once again head back up to my room.
The bathroom is amazing! It has one of those huge white tubs with the claw feet against one wall, and also a standup shower in the corner. Another armoire is in here filled with different robes and slippers, it has a huge countertop and mirror running along the opposite wall of the tub and yet again I'm reminded of a room straight out of a magazine. Abe must have a lot more money and power than I thought because this house is mind-blowing, in a good way; it screams wealth.
As cool as the old-school tub is I jump for the shower and just let the hot water run over me, I can feel myself really relaxing and stand there letting the water work out all the kinks I didn't even know I had, a girl could get used to this.
When I'm all squeaky clean and dressed I head back downstairs to the kitchen and the smell of coffee filled the kitchen and hall. Walking in I see Abe sitting at a small table off to the far left of the kitchen on his laptop and a small pile of papers in front of him, and just like Elizabeth had said, coffee and toast sat off to the side. I walk over and sit down across from him, he glances up for a brief second and goes back to looking at his laptop.
"Well hi to you too." I grumble out.
"Morning Rose."
"So lets get this over with," I say as Elizabeth sets coffee and toast in front of me and leaves the room.
"Get what over with?" He asks looking up and staring at me with a searching look.
"Yesterday you said that I would have to help you out, and last night you said we would talk in the morning, so talk," I sit, staring at him.
He closes the computer and takes a drink of his coffee, without saying a word he slides a piece of paper across the table to me. Reaching for it I look at it in disbelief, I almost bust out laughing, but I don't think he would like that. The paper I held in my hand had to be some kind of joke, surely.