Ezela's feet began to move of their own accord, and she eventually followed them. She looked at every room in the magnificent but saddened house.
The rooms were uncountable there were so many, and they were huge. The kitchen was amazing,
and right across from the kitchen was what looked like the main living room,
and a few rooms away there were several half bathrooms,
and a large dining room.
There was also a dusty but organised study that, although the entire house must have been abandoned for quite a while, this room looked as it had never been used.
There were several other rooms Ezela could barely remember, and she had only seen part of the first floor! She felt almost drunk on luxury. The mere opulence of the house made her feel sick with over-indulgence of the eyes.
Ezela entered one last room, and felt a noticeable change.
It wasn't anything particularly special. The room had a soft lavender color applied to nearly all aspects of the room. Artificial flowers stood in vases on both the fireplace as well as next to it. The room itself, wasn't particularly large, but one detail screamed at Ezela, taking up every square inch of the room.
Opposite of the fireplace was an enormous photograph of a woman.
She was beautiful, strikingly so, but the way she almost avoided the camera in the utmost haughtiness unsettled her. Her slanted, Violet eyes avoided looking into the camera, yes, but at the same time her frosty gaze seemed to be directly aimed at Ezela. Judging from the back round of the photograph, it looked as if the picture had been taken in the very room Ezela was standing in. The air seemed to chill with this realisation.
The remarkable thing was not only the woman, but the photograph itself. It had been taken with noticeable care, the Classic Vignette style capturing the very breath of the woman, every raise of her eyebrow, the swirl of her dark eyelashes, the slight curl of her lips in their corners. The photographer had taken passion in the very click of the camera, as if this one picture was the very meaning of his or her existence. It was like magic.
The woman's cold stare burned into Ezela's face. It looked as if the picture was about to speak. The effect was uncanny. Unable to look at the woman anymore, Ezela quickly turned away, cheeks burning at being so easily unnerved by a picture.
"Done sightseeing?" dryly asked the voice behind her.
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Ooooo, suspenseful right? Right?! .... no? *slaps* Yeah, I know, I fail at taking pictures the first half. You don't even see Ezela most of the time. And the house didn't look very old. Well, funny story for you- I actually put a bunch of Chinese fireworks inside the house, and had Ezela light each one. I HAD TO TRACK DOWN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THE THIRTEEN FIRE DETECTORS DOWNSTAIRS AND DELETE THEM TO STOP THE FIREMEN FROM COMING. Even then, I had to save my simmies numbers of times. They nearly died a hundred times! Even then it took me several HUMAN DAYS to burn most of the house. And then I went away from the household to take care of something in another household, and when I came back, THE DAMAGE WAS COMPLETELY GONE. WHAT. You'll forgive me, I'm sure, that I didn't attempt it again. You can only set off one firework at a time, because when a fire is burning, your Sim will refuse to do anything else, much less light another firework. IT WAS SO FRUSTRATING!!! /end rant/
Yeah, so it took me a billion forevers to get that last pic. I had to "scare" Ezela a trillion times to get it just right, the poor dear.
And YES I DID promise a blooper reel, but it would give away some spoilers, so I'm doing it after NEXT chapter, which should be up in the next few minutes, so you'll probably not even miss it. And-yay! Summer's her! So expect regular updates!
Yay! Haha, poor Ezela! =)
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