The road stretched quietly under the warm sun, trees swaying gently on either side. The air slled of fresh earth and saltwater from sowhere far. Inside the black car, the mood was... mixed.
Ethan sat in the driver’s seat, his hands tight on the steering wheel. His brows were slightly furrowed, not because of traffic, but because of the thing seated next to him.
Sir Sparkleton.
The square-headed robot had positioned himself proudly on the passenger seat, arms stiff at his side, eyes blinking red like a GPS with too much caffeine.
"Turn left," Sir Sparkleton announced sharply, his voice chanical and full of confidence.
Ethan blinked, looking at the turn, then at the road.
Again?
He gritted his teeth. "Dude, you do realize we’ve been making circles in the sa neighborhood for the last fifteen minutes, right?"
Sir Sparkleton didn’t respond at first. His head tilted slightly, as if analyzing Ethan’s tone.
"Turn left," he repeated even louder, as if volu made his sense of direction more believable.
Ethan let out a long breath, muttering, "I swear if you weren’t Brother’s favorite toy, I’d have tossed you into the nearest lake."
In the backseat, Lilith sat calmly, her long dark hair resting on her shoulder. She didn’t seem bothered. If anything, her expression held quiet amusent, watching the small chaos unfold in front of her.
Beside her, Rose was beaming.
Her cheeks were pink with joy, her eyes shining like little stars. She had been this way for days now. Not because of Grandma Bria’s death but because for once, she felt free.
The weight was gone.
No cold stares. No expectations. No one calling her useless or telling her how to sit, how to smile, how to breathe.
And she had started painting freely. Playing music. Laughing more.
Especially that night, the night she and Lilith sat side by side at the piano, their fingers moving across the keys in perfect harmony.
She still rembered it. That mont was a painting in her heart. One she never wanted to forget.
"I’m so glad we’re going," Rose said softly, hugging her bag to her chest. "I feel like... I’m becoming myself again."
Lilith smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of Rose’s hair behind her ear. "You were always yourself, little star. You just forgot for a while."
Rose blushed and nodded.
anwhile, Ethan was still arguing with Sir Sparkleton, who had now told him to "turn right, recalculate," only to lead them back to the sa coffee shop for the third ti.
"I’m going to lose my mind," Ethan said, eyes twitching.
"Please do not," replied Sir Sparkleton. "Miss Lilith prefers calm human companions."
From the backseat, Lilith chuckled under her breath.
Rose, on the other hand, had developed a strange kind of fondness for Sir Sparkleton. From the mont she t him, she treated him like a little pet-patting his square tal head, giggling at his blinking red eyes, and even trying to draw a flower crown on his stiff forehead one day.
"You’re so cute," she would say with a big grin, and Sparkleton would pause, his system flickering for a mont as if confused. But the odd thing was—Sir Sparkleton didn’t seem to like her back. In fact, the more Rose adored him, the more he acted like a grumpy old man who wanted peace.
He would turn away when she tried to hold his hand, dramatically announce "Privacy mode activated" whenever she hugged him, and even claid once that her pink hair clip was "visually disturbing." And yet... with Ethan, who constantly threatened to toss him in the trash, Sir Sparkleton would sit proudly beside him, offering useless directions and throwing in smug remarks like he was the co-pilot of a spaceship.
Lilith once said with a sigh, "I think his brain screw is upside down. He likes the people who want to throw him off a cliff and gets arrogant toward the ones who try to give him cookies."
Rose had only laughed and said, "That’s okay! He’s like a cat. He only listens when you don’t want him to." And despite everything, she still fed him pretend tea from her tiny cup and whispered her dreams into his tal ear because no matter how strange he was, he was still part of this odd little family.
And Sparkleton, whether he admitted or not, was always there... blinking quietly, recording every mont.
What was supposed to be a two-hour drive had turned into five, thanks to Sir Sparkleton’s stubborn GPS pride and Ethan’s near ntal breakdown. But when the black car finally pulled through the iron gates, even the tiredness seed to lt away.
Because the sight before them... was breathtaking.
The mansion was like a shining jewel in the middle of the peaceful countryside, surrounded by lush green nature that looked like a beautiful painting. The sky was vast and blue, with soft, fluffy clouds drifting by. Behind the mansion stood a tall, grand mountain, partly covered in mist, watching over the land like a quiet protector.
The mansion was stunning, built with strong stone and warm wood. It had big windows, elegant balconies, and finely carved pillars, everything about it spoke of old-world charm and quiet luxury. It wasn’t showy, just proud and full of history.
Sebastian’s great-grandfather, a skilled architect, had built it himself, paying attention to every little detail. His touch could still be seen in every part of the house. Even the way sunlight stread through the trees and lit up the front steps made the place feel magical, like sothing out of a dream.
The garden was massive, like sothing out of a royal estate. Wildflowers grew in clusters near the stone paths, and trimd hedges lined the walkways. Trees stood tall, their branches swaying in the gentle breeze, and a clear stone fountain sat in the center, quietly bubbling like it had waited for them all this ti.
Rose stepped out of the car with a soft smile, mories flooding her heart. She had been here before. Ethan, too, looked around with quiet familiarity, but even he couldn’t help but feel the beauty freshly again.
Behind them, Ava and Nova’s car appeared, and both of them stepped out.
Ava gasped, her hands covering her mouth. "This is real?" she whispered, blinking as if waking from a fairytale.
Nova stared wide-eyed, spinning once like a kid at a carnival. "I thought boss just had scary office floors and serious suits. I didn’t expect this!"
Lilith stepped out last, the wind catching her hair as she looked at the place. The cool air carried the sll of wood, wild grass, and blooming garden roses. She didn’t speak, just took a slow breath in.
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