Ellyna threw back the sheets rather lazily as the sun peeked through the heavy shutters over the massive bedroom windows. Slowly she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, one lithe leg at a time working over to the edge. She didn?t care if she woke the others two bodies in the plush of the deluxe bed. It was the perc, and the bottles of vodka that left her little body sluggish. But at least she was sleeping again.
The room of the newest house she called hers was heavy and posh. Its dark cherry woods that seemed almost black felt right at home with the silver silks and satins that covered everything soft. Even the high walls where painted in a silver blue to compliment the white cherub faced crown molding. Black mink glittered in the softest of light from throws, shawls and accent pillows... she had paid dearly for this room. A couple of her best jewelry pieces had been sold as extremely rare stones in this city.
She didn?t even look back over her shoulder to them as she found the pack of imported cigarettes. A spark. An exhale. She left the whiff of clove smoke trail in the air as she reached for the diamond iced watch. Time? Who needed it? She had plenty and not a damn thing to do with it. But the Rolex date window told her another story.
She would be 18 soon. It was time to grow up. Grow up, that was a joke. She tossed the glittering watch back to the night stand as if it was a flea market swatch and rose to her feet. Who ever told a D?Mourir to grow up after what they had been through? Her nude form walked over to the heavy wood vanity dresser, her hands selected a picture. One of the few that survived.
Though it set in a heavy silver frame, you could see the wear and slight burn of the picture. It was Marty and Her first day at the University, dressed in the Ivy League Uniform. They were all of 15 and the talk of the staff as well as the campus. In the middle of the book end daughters stood their Father. She felt a mix of emotions as she looked at the Picture and carefully set them back to the vanity table.
As she looked into the mirror and started to work her hands through her hair, Vanity was this one?s sin. Among a few other things. Speaking of which... electric blue eyes moved away from the pretty picture in the mirror and caught the others shifting in bed. Silver and black silks and mink made a perfect sound as they did. Perfect sound was silence in the morning.
She reached an arm out to the power room bench and plucked the thin and sheer silk warp up. She draped it over her as she stepped into the Malibu heels, she was not one for walking over her own bedroom floor barefoot, even as spotless and lavish the carpet was. A toss of her hair she gave the bed a last look and crushed out the cigarette in the crystal ashtray. She walked over to the door leading to the bathroom and hit a glass button.
?Mish? I want tea in one hour.? She let go of the button and didn?t pay any attention to the voice that replied. Her legs took her to the bookshelf. She moved the hand sized globe out of the way. A tiny red light came into view. Slender fingers reached over quietly, and the was gone.
The room of the newest house she called hers was heavy and posh. Its dark cherry woods that seemed almost black felt right at home with the silver silks and satins that covered everything soft. Even the high walls where painted in a silver blue to compliment the white cherub faced crown molding. Black mink glittered in the softest of light from throws, shawls and accent pillows... she had paid dearly for this room. A couple of her best jewelry pieces had been sold as extremely rare stones in this city.
She didn?t even look back over her shoulder to them as she found the pack of imported cigarettes. A spark. An exhale. She left the whiff of clove smoke trail in the air as she reached for the diamond iced watch. Time? Who needed it? She had plenty and not a damn thing to do with it. But the Rolex date window told her another story.
She would be 18 soon. It was time to grow up. Grow up, that was a joke. She tossed the glittering watch back to the night stand as if it was a flea market swatch and rose to her feet. Who ever told a D?Mourir to grow up after what they had been through? Her nude form walked over to the heavy wood vanity dresser, her hands selected a picture. One of the few that survived.
Though it set in a heavy silver frame, you could see the wear and slight burn of the picture. It was Marty and Her first day at the University, dressed in the Ivy League Uniform. They were all of 15 and the talk of the staff as well as the campus. In the middle of the book end daughters stood their Father. She felt a mix of emotions as she looked at the Picture and carefully set them back to the vanity table.
As she looked into the mirror and started to work her hands through her hair, Vanity was this one?s sin. Among a few other things. Speaking of which... electric blue eyes moved away from the pretty picture in the mirror and caught the others shifting in bed. Silver and black silks and mink made a perfect sound as they did. Perfect sound was silence in the morning.
She reached an arm out to the power room bench and plucked the thin and sheer silk warp up. She draped it over her as she stepped into the Malibu heels, she was not one for walking over her own bedroom floor barefoot, even as spotless and lavish the carpet was. A toss of her hair she gave the bed a last look and crushed out the cigarette in the crystal ashtray. She walked over to the door leading to the bathroom and hit a glass button.
?Mish? I want tea in one hour.? She let go of the button and didn?t pay any attention to the voice that replied. Her legs took her to the bookshelf. She moved the hand sized globe out of the way. A tiny red light came into view. Slender fingers reached over quietly, and the was gone.