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"I'm surprised it even came out this good." I was walking around the penthouse to see all the work that was done in the living room and the kitchen. Those are the two main for now since we had limited time to make this penthouse feel like home.
The living room it was all grey,the furniture was light grey, pillows were mix; black, white some light grey. The glass table was black while the legs that hold it up was grey. Tv was seventy-seventh inches, being held on the wall. It was all windows, so you could see outside. A very big black silky carpet.
Behind the couches was a spot, a stand with water. Bourbon, piano on right. Underneath the tv was another stand where you could put little sculptures.
The kitchen we really didn't want the kitchen to be big. There's no point in a big kitchen if we're rarely gonna use it. The table was vertical, each side had a chair or two. Table was black, chairs were also. Spoons, plates, cups were grey and black. There was a black glass art of a Trixie and I.
Sink, was big with a counter on either side. Stove was electrical, not gas. It have a nice microwave above it. Color was merely grey.
"Right, I was thinking the same thing since it's us doing this. I mean, the last time we did something like this the colors were everywhere. They didn't even match." Trixie and I were never good at doing things like this. I started remembering the time our dads made us plan a masquerade ball since they didn't have the so-called time for. The color was gold and black. We didn't want that, so we did it our way. We did rose gold,red,silver — not a fine match. After they found out what we we're up to and saw how it came out, they pushed back the date two weeks so they could redo everything. Let's say that was the last time we did something with matching colors. It's been over two years ago.
"Well, we've grown in time, even in taste." I shared, giving her the look. Even her taste in men kinda upgraded. "Couldn't agree more with you there Marsz." I want to tell her about Leandro, who's her ex-boyfriend Valero — the guy I slept with. I'm just afraid of what she'll do: I'm her best friend who slept with her ex. I would be infuriated if that would've happened to me. But how would I know it was Valero; what I did is unforgivable, and I betrayed her.
"Um..Trixs — I gotta tell you something. I just don't know how to tell-" my phone was ringing, and went into the living room to get my phone where the Tv was at.
Mother is calling great just great.
"Hello mother." I said in irk tone, she glued to my damn number.
