Arching a delicate brow, it was all Aurora could do to withhold the smirk that was tugging on the edges of her lips. Most didn't know, but Aurora was tougher than she let on. She even had a tattoo, that she had yet to tell Piper about. She didn't want her sister to think less of her, or to grow less fond of her once she found out that she wasn't as perfect as everyone once thought. "I will hold it, and I will love to see your face when I do," she countered. As they reached the house, her eyes widened slightly in disbelief. It seemed they weren't the only ones who came from a rich family. With a few prods on the back of Piper's seat, her sister eventually shifted in her seat and rubbed her eyes. Her hair was a rumpled mess. "What," she groaned, before her eyes rested on the mansion. Her mouth flopped open in pure shock.
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