Azalea POV
We arrived to the place I’ll be calling home in the middle of the night. The mansion was magnificent, a Greek architectural style. Lamps illuminated the huge garden, I'm sure I would love to spend my time here.
Once inside, everything was white, peaceful, and really simple and homey but luxurious. Not that I love luxury, but the effort that my granny put into decorating her family mansion was worth mentioning. The simplicity though gave me a welcoming feeling. It was different from my parent's house in San Francisco, it never felt like home... Never. I guess I'm lucky to be here. I don't know what life would bring, but hell! I'm ready, a little tired though, but nothing that a good night of sleep wouldn't fix.
I turned my head and saw aunty watching me with a warm smile.
“Do
