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| Dedicated to @sun-raes |

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| The Orange Villa, 1102, Mariah Georgeson Street, VGC |

          Lavender, lemon and orange scents filled her nostrils and slithered up her nasal cavity and up till they fogged her olfactory bulb, seeped into the bloody mass and spewed out to every nerve connected to it, carrying the sensation to every spot beneath her skin.

She closed her eyes in ecstasy.

She soaked herself deeper into the bubble bath till only the upper part of her face remained visible and just one word could she find to describe the feel.

Bliss.

          Outside her de luxe bathroom, mini lounge and bedroom; in an equally lavish room across from hers was her twin brother, pacing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the villa's garden. His fingers knead the back of his neck as he conversed with Ruthanne's Media & Publicity manager on the school's new web outlook and social media handles—making sure as the Head Boy, everything was perfect for a new school year.

          Down the hall, many doors from his, was their step brother's room. A garbage dump of a room. And his current activity, despite that morning being the first day of school, mirrored his untidy and nonchalant self. He was banging his head to a hit music blasting through the headphone he was wearing.

          The corridors of the floors, except the last, in the villa had immaculately dressed cleaners mopping, and sweeping, and cleaning it.

The kitchen at the last floor stirred with the activities of cooks going about making a full Irish breakfast for the Georgesons and still out in the gardens, lawn and driveway were more workers dashing to and fro.

          The hazel-eyed blonde luxuriously stepped out of the tub and onto a mauve bathmat.

She twirled to the side and shook her flowing hair behind her to rid it of water droplets before reaching for a purple towel. She wrapped it around her slim frame and made her way out of the bathroom in a lazy stroll.

She walked over to a white vanity table etched at the edges with glittering purple and golden flecks, on getting to her walk-in closet-cum-dressing room. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she stripped bare.

On the vanity laid countless of beauty products: boxes of colognes and deodorants, body lotions, toners, tanners and sunscreens; cleansers and exfoliants, masks and peels; concealers, highlighters and foundations; makeup and nail kit, and some supplements.

The rooms [closet, lounge and bedroom] were a mixture of deep red and purple colors with a dash of gold, giving the place a sensual ambience.

A huge canopy bed with silken coverings and surrounded by every piece of modern furniture stood at the middle a wall from which sculptures and paintings hung from. On the bed was a Ruthanne Georgeson uniform and some accessories.

The blonde picked up a hair dryer, slid into an armless white chair and began working on her hair. An hour later, she pushed the chair under the vanity table with a knee and stood back.

She poised in front of the mirror—shoulders squared and chin thrusted out—assessing the gem she'd made herself into.

She was not a speck less than perfection.

A black stocking stuck to her shapely long legs and down to her feet clad in cream-colored heels. A chanel clutch bag with a long chain strap hung from her right shoulder with the clutch part pressed to her thigh by fingers adorned with jewel rings. Her golden locks, styled into bouncy waves were pulled to a side and fell down the front of her shoulder.

She stared deep into her hazel eyes again, pulling all confidence and grace and sass into her physique as she finished but not without slipping on the last, most important bit of accessory – her identity, Renee Georgeson.

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          The door opposite hers opened and Ren Georgeson came out of his room at the same time she was stepping out of hers. She brought her door shut with a slow pull on the handle as she came to face with him, inwardly awed.

If she was perfection, he was the thing called idealism, breathtakingly out of this world, and flawless beyond the mind could imagine.

Hulky, hot or handsome were no where close to describing him but he had air about him that projected to the physical. A mixture of something otherworldly, angelic and ethereal; and human, charming and lowly; forming into one beautiful savoury resplendence.

The twins looked at the other in an unspoken appreciation.

"Maidin mhaith," Renee said, the words rolling off her tongue and barely touching her lips.

The corner of Ren's lips lifted in a bright smile that illuminated his face. "Haigh, deirfiúr beag."

Renee rolled her eyes to keep her own smile from breaking free but when he held out his hand to her, she couldn't help it bursting through the hard lines her lips were set into. She laced her fingers with his and they walked down the hallway, took a turn leading to a balcony overlooking one of the many sitting rooms in the villa and climbed down a spiral staircase. They crossed a short distance and entered a small dining room.

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          Demi's foot slid into the black flat that was polished till its sheen could pass for a mirror and she straightened up before standing.

She spun around and reached across the bed for Ruthanne's suit jacket and donned it as she paced around the room. She adjusted her clothing and dashed to a high stool where some plastics containing gels and creams were arranged on. She cut a tipful of vaseline onto her finger, rubbed it between her palms and applied it to her braided hair. It was parted into four all-back parts with each tail adorned with two, big and brown beads.

She applied the remaining cream to her lips and walked over to a cracked, floor-length mirror.

Black, round and pretty eyeballs stared back at her, roaming over her slim body covered by Ruthanne's richly woven uniform: A cream suit jacket over a pristine, white shirt, a grey tie and a navy blue mini skirt.

Fantasies, however unrealistic, aren't so farfetched, because putting on that uniform used to be a fantasy she reveled in having in the darkest hours of the night.

She took her eyes away from the mirror as a tremor began to creep up her spine and into her nerves. She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the unsettling feeling and looked back into the mirror in an attempt to rouse a calmness in her.

She've got to take the step.

I've  got to take a step...

...because a million miles journey is only begun with a step.

And with that last thought in mind, she walked out of the room and into a world of opportunities and limitlessness.

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**Translation of Irish words used:

¹maidin mhaith → good morning
²haigh, deifiur beag → hey, kid sister

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So, Demi (pronounced ‘Day-me’) is about to begin her "journey" into the world of RGHS!!! :):):) I'm so excited (who else is?) and can't wait for it to start.

What are your thoughts? Predictions? What do you think will happen? What will she face/experience? Share in the comments! and don't forget to vote/share if you enjoyed. x

p.s I just noticed a stark contrast between Dee and Renee.... while one was staring into the mirror to gain some confidence, the other was totally freaking out in front of it! :D lol