**Chapter 04: A Gift, a Gaze, a Glimpse**

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Once again, the thought of tossing it out the window crossed my mind. It was meant to be a special birthday gift for Aria's 16th birthday, now seeming meaningless.

Each turn of the snowy landscape intensified the turmoil within, making the decision to keep or discard the box an increasingly daunting choice.

Since our kindergarten days, she's been my ultimate ally, offering unparalleled support and understanding. Our connection deepened as my mom became her art teacher.

Every secret, every problem, and every facet of my life was an open book to her, just as hers was to me. In essence, she's not just a friend; she's like a sister to me. But now, her changes left me bewildered.

"My bestie, what happened to you? I can't find any clues."

Touching the black box in my right pocket, I felt a moment of calm. This was the special gift for Mom's 33rd birthday.

In the midst of conflicting emotions, the journey continued, and soon, the familiar sight of home unfolded. Describing our house in one word? Mysterious.

But, for a detailed description, it's nestled in an exclusive enclave, an executive house that demands attention. Modern opulence and architectural finesse define its facade with towering pillars and intricate detailing, blending luxury and tranquility.

Meticulously manicured gardens surround the exterior, creating a seamless blend of nature and sophistication. Large, precisely framed windows bathed each room in natural light, exuding curated elegance.

The entrance, marked by a stately doorway, opens into a foyer with gleaming marble floors and tasteful art.

Rooms flow seamlessly, showcasing meticulous design and attention to detail. High ceilings and spacious layouts create an airy ambiance. Smart home technology integrates for comfort and innovation.

Entertainment spaces, a sprawling living room with a panoramic view, gourmet kitchens on each floor, and a dining area exuding refined elegance make the house marvelous.

Ascending the grand staircase reveals a master suite with a private balcony offering breathtaking views. Lavish bathrooms invite relaxation in a sanctuary of luxury.

Outside, a gazebo, expansive patio, and pool area beckon for outdoor gatherings.

Approaching our house, a mix of excitement and trepidation accompanied the surprise I had planned for Mom. Her warm smile and the anticipation of celebrating together motivated me to push aside the shadows of the day.

Uncle John parked the car. Carrying the cake inside, the comforting ambiance of home enveloped me, a refuge amidst emotional chaos.

Entering, the air filled with the aroma of Mom's favorite dishes, signaling Auntie Lisa's birthday feast. Uncle Luke, our grumpy but reliable housekeeper, stood silently in the background, seemingly indifferent to my affairs.

Auntie Lisa, with a warm smile, greeted me. Her slightly tanned complexion hinted at days spent under the sun. Paying no mind to Uncle Luke's unreadable expression, I inquired about Mom's whereabouts.

"Ma'am is on the second floor, possibly painting a new picture. She hasn't come down since breakfast," Auntie Lisa replied.

The second floor, off-limits to most, was reserved for a select few, including Mom, Mimi, B1, B2, B3, and Aria. Mom's fame as an artist with a quirky temper justified this restriction to others.

Expressing gratitude, I ascended the stairs, contemplating whether to divulge the matter of Aria to Mom. Unspoken truths hung heavy in the air.

At the door, scanning my retina and fingerprint allowed entry. Inside the cozy living room, Mom, engrossed in a black abstract-covered book, remained unaware of my arrival. The fireplace cast a warm glow, creating an inviting atmosphere.

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