Ice Slippers: Wake Up The sun peeps over the rim of the pillared mansion, and yet, as the blinding light creeps stealthily up the milky marble white stairs and into the sweeping checkerboard hall, one could barely tell the difference of nearly 10 years had gone by since your father’s death. The mansion is unchanged, save for a few photographs hanging here and there.Ice Slippers: Wake Up by ~katnisseverdeen4life
Your father’s self portraits have been long since sold. Gone are your mother’s paintings of herself, thrown down somewhere by your stepmother, replaced by sickly pictures of two little girls playing with each other, one dark haired, one with golden sun spun locks. As the light progresses its path down the hall, it falls on another photo, this one showing a hawk faced woman embracing the same happy young girls, about the age of 10, each presented with a fine chestnut horse in the stables.
Ice Slippers: New Beginnings "I love you, _________________. Do you know that, my darling little girl?"Ice Slippers: New Beginnings by ~katnisseverdeen4life
Yes. You knew. Or at least, you thought so.
"I can't give you all you want, but I can do more so if you have a loving mother to take care for you."
"Why, Papa? Are you sad that Mama's gone?"
Your father chuckles, a little wistfully, perhaps? "No, no one can replace your mama's loving soul. I just need a wife to carry on with the household, and to take care of your pretty face." He answers to your innocent question, rumpling up your carefully brushed back hair playfully.
"Oh, I cannot wait, Papa! When is my new mama coming?" You ask gleefully, jumping up and down on the spot.
"In a few minutes, my angel girl. Soon you shall meet your new mother, and you'll have two new sisters too!"
You gasp and squeal in delight. You've always be
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