The Mystical's Whisper

Chapter Sixteen:  As free as a prisoner.

"That was just the tutorial items, Mila." She explained through a chuckle as she tried to suppress her laughter. 

"I would never put my name on a design like that... Not that your father would even approve it." 

"Besides! you can change way more than just the furniture..." She enthused. 

"Floors, colour schemes every detail will be planned virtually and sent off to the company that will come in, in a few hours. There are hundreds of each item and colour though... So we have to narrow down what exactly you want first." She explained, smiling broadly at my obvious excitement.

Deciding on a colour scheme, we browsed through all of the furniture, linen sets, curtains and other décor items- creating my virtual room in not even an hour. 

Despite enjoying the activity immensely, the voice in the back of my head telling me that there would be a price attached to every item- .ruined the exhibition. 

"Don't get me wrong... This is fun! But I just don't know Gen, the room I'm staying in now is fine..." I pushed one last time. 

"This is going to cost an arm and a leg..."

"Not really..." she scoffed, looking a little disappointed as she used her fingers to virtually pan through the room one more time. 

"It's awfully..."  

"Well I want to say simple..."

And she was right, it was. But despite it being nothing like the rest of the house, I was already in love with my room. 

Simple oak wood, the big single bed with its warm bohemian coloured quilt, and matching tall boy didn't scream sophistication, but had a 'homey' feeling to it- that evaded the empty halls and huge antique cluttered rooms of my father's home. 

Shaking her head, Gen was reluctant to press the 'send button'. 

"I'm sorry Mills! I really am... but your father would never approve this." she sighed, looking at me pleadingly.

"What is something you really like? Maybe we can somehow incorporate it into your room!" she enthused with a hopeful smile. 

My mind flickering to the mentioning of their library, I made my suggestion after what felt like an eternity of trying to think of something less mundane. 

"I love reading?"

Biting her lip, a look of pure determination dissolved after a few moments as a hopeful smile crept onto her face. 

"I think I have an idea..." she announced, dragging things from across the page into the center, flicking through the pages so quickly I could hardly tell what she was adding.

"So do you like it...?" she wavered, after about ten minutes of frantic scrolling and feirce looks of determination.

Hugging her as soon as I saw the addition to my already perfect room- I too was beaming, it was now more than perfect; it was the most accurate reflection of the me I knew- I had seen so far.

Cosily tucked into the wall under a huge window was an in-built oak couch which had the cushions with the same warm bohemian colours as on my quilt, the gap between the floor and it converted into bookshelves filled with books. 

Grinning from ear to ear, I imagined myself tucked inbetween the colourful scatter cushions reading Bronte as rain pitter pattered onto the window- it would be sanctum.

Pressing the 'send' button, Gen hopped off the bed looking pleased as she ushered a young maid over. 

"Lucy will help you to get ready!"