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The stainless steel gate door in front of Lucinda has no wood whatsoever, yet it resembles a tree. Its branches connect with the floor and make up the fence, which is between two thick marble columns shaped like torches- the whole thing is excentric in itself. If this is where Lifa lives then, well… no wonder she became seclusive! The tall trees inside the house cover your view, but at least from here you can see, behind the impressive door, the narrow, long wooden bridge spanning over what seems like an actual fucking koi pond
from where Lifa is coming from right now.
The tree-shaped steel gate opens towards the house, its bottom scratching the floor at times with a painful sound that drowns the small waterfalls within.
Lifa: H-hey there. Come on in.
She stands in front of Lucinda, visibly nervous, this time wearing only shorts and a Dragon Ball shirt so long that it acts like a dress. You’d think Lifa is a boy if she wasn’t so skinny. Not even greeting back, Lucinda walks past her and you sneak in; but the view lands a blow on the fake princess. Stuck in place, yet still expressionless, the not-actually-rich blonde looks at the carps, at the columns, at the bridge, at the big rocks, the fake waterfalls, the wicker chairs at the side of the pond… She just looks, for a while, no less than absorbed by the environment; then she just walks away as if nothing had happened. Lifa follows Lady Lu to her own house.
ರೃ Lucinda: I have been grounded, so be quick about this.
Lifa: Grounded?
ರೃ Lucinda: My mother and father believe I tried to burn down my house.
Lifa: …what?!
Lucinda doesn’t answer. They are met by an unassuming white door made of wood that, up close, is very rich with details. It’s surrounded by walls that are covered in vines and leaves everywhere except for the windows.
Lifa: Well, we will have some time to talk. Um, I’m going to introduce you to my ma and granny…
ರೃ Lucinda: So?
Lifa: They will offer you food, and, they like to insist a lot. Don’t take it the wrong way.
Well, that’s not a warning you give to normal people- but despite Lucinda’s frowning the fact is that, like A said, her reputation precedes her.
ರೃ Lucinda: There will be no problem.
Lifa: I, um, also told them that you are a model I hired to pose for me. I, I draw a lot, so…
Lifa looks at Lucinda, who looks as nothing as ever.
Lifa: It’s just an excuse. Nothing else. You won’t have to do anything.
ರೃ Lucinda: Ok.
