Diana groaned, laying down in the middle of the bed with her hair all spread out all around her head.
She cooed, silently, looking up at the brown roof, that had intricate engravings, detailed to form floral and leaf patterns all over the place.
Diana hummed, wondering if the roof always used to be that beautiful when Carly used to own that room.
She was still flabbergasted ever since the morning when she had learned that Jake and his family did not reside in that house anymore.
As far as she remembered; Jake, his wife Rosita, son Zion and daughter Carly; all four fumed on the pride of their ego that felt on cloud nine, as they resided in the Sarmiento Mansion.
In fact, they were in charge of the whole mansion and decided who was even allowed in the house, or even on the street where
