HER HUMBLE HOME

C E L Y N N E

Ding-dong!

Our maids let me in my home after I ring the doorbell. Finally, I can relax with the atmosphere here, the mansion is always been one of the serene resorts to me, not so cold, not so hot—just perfect, the embodiment of how the summer nights you feel.

I can already feel the grease of my hair, this is due to my sweat coming out when the CEO and myself were touring the building.

Having this work is already hard for me, you know how scripted the tour was back there: like every pose should be captured; kissing babies, and signing the fan signs and dripping smiles like you're the star of the era in this place, and I haven't been more disappointed about it.

I know what parts of the building are here but who cares? No one, because it is said to be 'necessary' in magazines and documentaries, and most to be shown on the News.

I can't believe they hire me for a short-time model, tch.

Our mansion is big, old-fashioned like it was in the Spanish Era here in the country, but its parts have been changed because of the wood getting old and be weaker.

Everything here is warm to look at, from the finest cabinets and to the textured tables you'll find here, it's all high quality designed mixing the old flavors and modern touches, our Mansion is not scary, and most of the times the people are gossiping about how we're the only ones living here, and yet we there are rumors that we were ghosts.

It is sad to think that these may be the reasons why no one wants to live in such houses like this, or that they prefer modern architecture. And for me, it is like getting respected for having nice tastes.

I drop my body on the sofa and stretched my neck as I stare at our chandelier hanging.

"Oh, you're already here," I turn to where my Mother's voice is, and walking towards me and somehow that reminds it is where I got my feet walking; I guess we are the type of family that loves heels.

Her hair is put into a bun and seemingly her face is hinting me that she is calm or tired, then our maid gave her mango juice.

"Dear goodness, tell those with you that I did not forbid you all to sleep early." The two women just laughed.

It pays tribute to my Mother and leave with a smile, my mother really does not want them to be just helpers—but also friends, like close friends in college.

I have no hidden evil thoughts in what she does with the helpers, because it only deserves our helpers who should also be valued and respected.

My mother turns to me, and folds her knees swaying it by little.

"Have you eaten yet, dear?" She asks me a lot and drinks, I nod in my answer.

She just smiles and asks me more now. "How was your time being an Heiress?" she emphasizes the question, and I just put my feet on the table.

"Hmm… a bit busy and difficult as usual—but it was fine." I do not put the whole truth into my answer, because I am not really fine back there. It was one hundred percent 'busy' and one hundred percent the 'difficulty' I was really going through.

I force a smile on her and instead of looking into her serious eyes, I just pass by the glass she was carrying.

"What a bad liar you are." She giggles after she has consumed the juice.

"I was an heiress before dear my daughter, and I've been in your place at first." She stands up and walks with hard footsteps in our dining room.

"And I can understand what you feel right now after your hard work—after all." Her soft voice could still be heard even from afar.

"Come on, we have something to talk about here." She calls me to join her, and soon I follow even no matter how I need to take a soft bath and rest because of tired from work. But I am also conscious that she is too by the way.

Well, what can I say, this is part of life. Who am I to spoil, I have a family, there are those who help with household chores without us, I got all the money, I got all the price to pay for a luxurious living.

Nothing bad will happen because our securities are strong, what could go worse anyway.