Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

-Mark Twain

A week.

That's how long time has past since she first arrived but it seems more like a month.She knew that the life of the rich was a bit more constricting than that of the poor but it didn't mean she would easily fall into the right place.

Everyday was the same, dry and vapid.Father insisted on her only wearing the family colors and crest.He said it made the family look put together and proud of their heritage.He explained that their unique hair color in contrast to the other physical features helped us coin the family color as white.

’we’ and ‘us’ are just terms she use to describe what she's gotten her self into.She definitely did not feel as though they were a family.No one had really tried to accommodate her or spend an hour of the day leisurely in the gardens.

Her cousin Baekhyun she had not seen since their encounter by the foyer unless at dinner in which he kept his eyes on his plate and only conversed when spoken to by her father.Her father seemed to be a busy man.He left early at dusk and didnt return until dinner.On saturdays he spends lunch with her stepmother Sooyoung.

Sooyoung was always in the gardens tending to her vegetables and flowers.She did like a good stroll but she burns so quickly she could never have a decent conversation.

Her father mentioned someone else in the family that was currently away on a trip.He never specified exactly who this person was or why they were there.She could tell it was a bit private.The transient silence was always lingering if he was brought up.

“Why are you in here?”

Yes, currently at the moment she was in a room that wasn't shown to her during her tour of the house.It was a music room litered in sheet music and unfinished paintings.Dark paintings.

She turned to see no one other than Baekhyun.He was wearing a scowl that always seemed to adorn his face.His hair was fluffy and wild like he had just been through a war zone when sleeping.He was dressed in casual slacks that held his hands in their pockets and a flimzy robe that allowed for a small peek of his smooth chest.

“I dont like repeating my self.”I smiled.

“I was just-” she started before he held the door wide open stepping to the side to allow a small gap of space.

“Get out.” “

She was just admiring the beautiful paintings.I didnt mean to go in your things.I’m sorry.”she bowed but he didnt even flinch.

“Don't apologize to me ,they are not mine.He doesn't like people in here.”

He?

“oh, well-”

“Get.Out.”He hissed pushing her out of the door before slamming and locking it behind him. Why was he allowed the satisfaction of viewing suc