A New Beginning
My stepfather had no idea he would soon be out of the picture. The house was finally mine, not via any nefarious means, but by right. He had underestimated me from the beginning. And now? It was my turn to rise. Everything—blood, law, and choice—was perfectly matched. My stepfather was caught off guard by his own hubris. He assumed he could simply throw me out and take over, but this mansion was never meant to be his, and he didn’t stand a chance.
A New Beginning
Transforming Spaces
With my newfound ownership, I intended to transform the house into a space that was entirely mine. Painters arrived to help me transform the colors and vitality of each area. Out went the old drapes and the memory of their control, and in came something new and vibrant. What about the carpet? Gone, as if they had vanished without a trace. Each area I redid was like recovering a bit of myself, releasing it and making it my own.
Transforming Spaces
