Silent Affection: A Future Popee x [OC] Reader

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"Of course, of course, I completely understand. We never let a Paraphone fall-!"

She nodded, agreeing.

"Mhm."

And with that, their conversation carried on, even into the car as they set for Marifa's prized and carefully built villa.

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It didn't take that long for Marifa's personal assistants to haul each of Ms. Paraphone's 2 heavy suitcases to a guest room that was directed to be a floor under Marifa's confidential quarters. However, she insisted that the fruit bowl stay with her in her room, after hearing that it would come with a miniature fridge.

Each and every one of those assistants were practically walking on eggshells after hearing what happened to her most recent chauffeur. Although there was nothing really exceptional they could do to please her, just listening to her orders and not talking back until prompted to would be enough to avoid their timely fates.

For now, that is.

Cheryll eyed the glossy white, baby blue, and gold accents placed throughout the space. Her daughter hadn't changed from liking gold since she was a child. Whether that be from all the medals and ratings she received from her performances, or the color of her iconic dress she wore when she had first gotten discovered, it was a color that she liked, perhaps even more than tampering with her family's livelihood(s).

"Wow, it's like a palace in here, sweetheart."

Marifa smiled at that comment, knowing for certain she was an artifact of royalty. Or, at least that's what she believed.

"I know, isn't it grand?"

They walked more as they passed exquisite paintings and soon even, an emphasized fountain of a publicized ballerina figure as she spat out flowing water, gracefully. Surely, it wouldn't be a crime to have such a thing in your abode, right?

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Ah, well, it didn't matter to you, now did it? It's Marifa's home we're discussing here.

Continuing to brag, she truly did sound like a shining replica of her mother and father, and her brother. Or, at least, the past reference of him.

She pointing to the elegant structure, smirking.

"That, right there? Spews only the finest distilled water. 8 filters under it, too. The staff maintain it twice a week. It makes a great conversation starter, when you know, guests...enter from that door."

With her tone dragging down a bit as she finished that sentence, she realizes it probably would've been better if they had entered from that entrance, but it was too late anyhow.

Cherry, not really interested in the specs of it, continued to look around, trying to spot any table toppers she could nab and show to her friends back home. It was a family visit, after all.

"That's nice, sweetheart, but when, just when, are we going to be able to get some shuteye around here?"

Marifa looks at her, almost stopping in her tracks, eyes her oddly.

"I...what, Mom?"

She snorts, patting her shoulder.

Marifa rubs her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing a bit, but calming down. Her mother always did have a rough hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry, 'Rifa. Do "rich" people stay up late around here, huh?"

She was a bit offended as her mother said the "rich" in air quotes, with the most humorous grin on her face.