❝𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝.❞
When brilliant and darkly eccentric Saturday Addams gets expelled from his High School because of a deliciously wicked prank, his parents ship him off to Nevermore Ac...
"Welcome home, Master Saturday." her soft and naturally melodic voice greeted him when he stepped into the huge double doors of his mansion.
The beautiful young girl was standing by the end of the grandiose curved staircase with her hands clasped low in front of her and her petite head bowed obediently, her pale eyelids lowered slightly. Two waist long braids trailed somewhat loosely and gracefully in front of her small shoulders, a big black bow was placed slightly slanted on top of her shiny, silky black hair, and she was adorned in a modest maid attire.
Her dress stopped just before her knees, covering it slightly. The majority of it was black, with two puffy short sleeves, but the pretty, frilly, shapely apron was white, and so were the ruffles on her short sleeves and the rim of the dress.
The little girl had on thin white stockings and a pair of fancy, white lolita-aesthetic inspired heels. The beautiful shoes had an overlapping white lace bordered leather strap with a golden buckle on the side that ensured that the shoes stayed firmly on her small feet. Towards the front of the shoe a line of delicate wide, thin strip of lace covered half of it, slightly covering a bit of the exposed skin.
On top of that strip of lace, there was the most eye-catching ornament of the whole shoe: a delicate pure white leather bow, its ends left long and neat. A small chain of six pearls were fastened to the bow's centre- left hanging with a white tassel (with a golden rim) in the centre between three pearls on each side.
On one of her wrists, there was a slim, long black ribbon, draped loosely for an additional delicate and pretty touch, contrasting against her snow white skin.
Her attire was undoubted carefully handpicked by the Head of the house: Mortician Addams. The man wanted everything in his house to be in its most aesthetic form, and Misaki was easily one of his most beautiful pieces. (The other one was his eldest son, but even at such a young age, the boy had never let his Father dictate his life.)
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*Note: Child Misaki would've been much smaller than shown in the picture above.
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