Rosangela: The Runaway Princess (Book #2)
Chapter 3

Departing from the pack house, I and Dad strolled down the street towards the direction of my father’s house. On the way home, we ran into some friendly people. My father and they exchanged greetings. And Dad also introduced me to them as his daughter.

15 minutes later, we lastly arrived in front of my father’s home. It was a two-storey house with short flight of steps led up to the front door. The house was a reddish-brown colour with three oversized windows on the right side of the door and five oversized windows on the first floor.

We ascended the stairs and stopped before the front door. Dad pulled a key out of his pocket before he inserted it into the keyhole and unlocked the door. Entering the house, we were greeted by an impressive entrance hall with a door on the either side of the wall. Dad told me that one of them was the cloakroom, while the other was the utility room.

At the end of the hall, there was a staircase leading to the first floor. Next to the staircase was a door which later I knew to be the powder room.

We turned to the right and walked into the spacious living/dining room area which was warmed by elegant wood burning fireplace. The walls were painted white, while the hardwood floor was covered in cream fitted carpet.

The living room had three oversized windows facing towards the front yard. On the contrary, the dining room’s windows overlooked a garden full of flowers in a mass of colour. I remembered my father saying that Mom loved gardening very much. So I guessed that Dad dedicated the garden to my mother.

In the dining room, there were a sofa, a love seat, and two accent chairs which were all in cream. A coffee table was positioned in the middle of it. Meanwhile, in the dining room was set a dinning table with four chairs surrounding it. A vase of white roses was on the top of the table.

Beside the dining room, there was a modern kitchen with custom cabinetry and stainless steel appliances. There was also French doors leading to the back garden there.

“That is my study.” My father pointed to a door beside the kitchen.

“Do you want to see it?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

We went into his study which was decorated in blue. This room consisted of custom built bookshelves that kept various genres of books, a couch with a coffee table, and a desk with a swivel chair. On the desk were placed a personal computer, printer, a pile of documents, and a picture frame.

I took the picture frame and stared at it sadly. It was a picture of my parents and I that was taken when I was a baby.

“I wish Mom were here with us now, Dad,” I said tearfully as I caressed my mother’s picture who was cradling me in her arms.

“She’s here, Sweetheart,” my father said with a sad smile.

“What do you mean?” I asked confusedly. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Follow me!” Dad said while walking out of the study.

I came after my father.

Dad climbed up the stairs, and I followed closely behind him.

Once we reached the first floor, I soon reduced into tears when I saw the photos of my mother that were plastered all over the foyer walls. Even there were also several pictures of my mother on the entertainment wall in the sitting room.

“You’re right, Dad. Mom is always here with us,” I said.

My father wiped my tears with the back of his hand before he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Lastly, we lapsed into silence as we kept staring at my mother’s pictures.

“Let’s go to your bedroom now, shall we?” my father suddenly broke the silence.

“Okay.” I nodded.

My father and I turned to the right hallway with doors on the either side of the walls.

“This is your room,” Dad said as he opened a door at the end of the hallway.

My eyes darted around the room. This room was decorated in pale pink. A queen-sized bed with rosy sheets and pillows and white blanket was placed in the middle of the room. A bedside table with a lamp and digital clock on top of it was set at the left and right side of the bed. My family picture was hung on the wall above the bed.

The window overlooking the back garden was covered with pink curtain. At the corner of the room, there was a door for the fitted wardrobe. Beside it was a dressing table with various types of cosmetic products.

“What do you think? Do you like this room? Is there anything you want to change?” My father bombarded me with a lot of questions.

“This room will do me nicely, thank you, Dad,” I said with a smile.

“I’m glad you like it,” he beamed.

“By the way, my room is across from yours. The bathroom is next to your room. And beside it is a guest room,” my father told me.

I nodded my head in understanding. “Okay, I get it.”

“You must be tired. You’d better go to sleep now,” he advised.

“Okay. You should try to get some rest too, Dad,” I suggested.

“Sure,” he said.

My father kissed me on the forehead before he walked out of my bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

I flung myself onto the bed. As soon as I closed my eyes, I went out like a light.

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