Bella stood in the middle of her living room, glancing around. Hers. It was so strange, yet so awesome. She had a place of her own, at last. She’d been tired of living in her mother’s apartment—the place of refuge to her other siblings when they were in London and wanted to be alone. She was ready for a place to call her own. A place where her pets could freely roam without Bella constantly being concerned about them doing the wrong thing, or leaving behind evidence of mistreating the apartment.
Now, she felt more independent. She could freely invite guests over, throw parties if she wanted to… She could put her feet (shoes included) on the couch, place cups on the table without a coaster underneath, leave dirty dishes in the sink if she didn’t feel like washing them. This was the life…
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