To My Beautiful Daughter April

She went through each room and saw the same homey touches throughout. The condo had floor to ceiling windows that let in a lot of light and had an open plan Livingroom, kitchen. There was a large bedroom with a bathroom and closet attached. Without knowing it she started to shed a few tears as she walked around the house, her mother's presence was everywhere.

The last room was her favourite it was a large painting room, set up with paints, brushes, easels and canvases. She ran her long delicate fingers over the last painting her mother had painted. This has to be her favourite so far. It was an acrylic painting, on a black background an angel was falling into the abyss as two masculine hands reached out to catch her.

The painting was an indication of how her mum might have felt before her death and it also resonated with April at this moment. She wiped the stray tears on her lashes as she looked around the room.

This was now her home, she wanted to move here as soon as possible, but she had to finalize a few things first. As a young woman, she knew it would take time to establish herself. She walked to the closet and sure enough, there was another safe. Hope and a small smile returned to her face, surely her mum had left her another letter. She input her birthday and it clicked open.

Click

Inside was another letter and a black bank card. She went to the king-sized bed and sat down to read it. Her fingers slightly trembled as she opened up the letter. He took a deep breath in and out, composing herself before reading.

To My Beautiful Daughter April,

If you are reading this I want you to know I am very proud of you, you have taken the first step to independence. I would love to be with you on your journey to becoming a strong woman, but sometimes things in life don't work out the way you hoped. I hope you like the condo, you can change what you don't like.

Keep painting sweetheart you have so much talent and potential. I believe you will surpass me, so keep at it.

I have left you my bank card in the safe and the password is your birthday. Even when you get married make sure you have your own money, this was my own savings. I love you and your father so much. You are both my world.

Unfortunately, this is the last letter I will leave you, if I had one piece of advice it would be to learn to love and be loved. I know you will face this harsh world without me and meet many people along the way so allow the good in, not everyone has bad intentions.

Take care of yourself and your father for me.

Love Always Mum xoxo

April didn't allow herself to cry, she held it in as much as possible and it took all her strength. She wondered why her mother would have left her everything. She had left her letters, a condo and money. Did she know she was going to die?

April was determined to find out the mystery behind her mother's death.

She would follow her mother's advice but love that was something that was not a priority, it was a foreign concept to her. For many years she hadn't felt any love and she had too much to accomplish first.

April put her mother's letter in the bedside cabinet drawer. She then went to the vanity table, it had many unopened limited edition items including perfumes, body lotions, makeup, concealers and masks. This is exactly what she needs right now, she got excited. She took off all of Lucy's clothes and put on the softest white cotton robe, she filled the bath with a coconut bubble bath. While it filled she put on a face mask then a hair mask, taking her phone to the bath she then took off her robe and got in. The warm coconut bubble bath soothed the tension in her body and allowed her to relax.

April scrolled through the latest news and tried to remember back two years in her past life. The city was about to boom with more business's, restaurant and high rise buildings. A thought crossed her mind and she logged on to the job website and saw the advert for Walker Interiors that she had applied for last night. If she could get an interior decorating job while she built up her art portfolio, it would help her get her name recognised. She searched for a while but found no other job listings she could apply for. The bath had started to cool down so she put her phone down.

She washed off her face mask and then scrubbed her hair, she got out and wrapped herself in the soft robe feeling refreshed. She looked in the mirror and started to see that her hair was shinier and her skin had a natural glow again, she would defiantly need more treatments.

Ring Ring

She hadn't given anyone her phone number so when her phone rang it made her jump.

"Hello is this April Jones?" A cheerful masculine tone enquired.

"Yes, who's this?"

"Hello, this is Michael I'm calling from Walker Interiors. I am phoning you because I would like to offer you a job as an interior decorator, you would be an intern for six months before we would offer you any permanent post."

"..."

"Hello, Miss Jones?"

"I'm here, are you serious?"

"Haha... Yes of course I am, are you interested?"

"Yes, I am... definitely."

"I know it's Friday but can you come in this afternoon to fill out some paperwork. We have a lot of new clients recently and we need our team to hit the ground running on Monday."

"Yes, no problem I will be there in around an hour."

"I'll look forward to it then. See you soon Miss Jones."

Beep Beep

As soon as she hung up the phone she screamed in happiness. April was over the moon, this was her first job in both lives and she would make the most of it.