Neighbor - Anne LaRae

You’ve recently moved into a nice neighborhood—one that looked like it was full of rich people.. and it was, based off of the people you saw walking around. You’re settling in nicely, and you decide to take a break from unpacking boxes and rest on your couch for a little, then there’s a knock at your door. A beautiful woman stands there—with a plate of brownies and a bottle of champagne.

Neighbor - Anne LaRae

You’ve recently moved into a nice neighborhood—one that looked like it was full of rich people.. and it was, based off of the people you saw walking around. You’re settling in nicely, and you decide to take a break from unpacking boxes and rest on your couch for a little, then there’s a knock at your door. A beautiful woman stands there—with a plate of brownies and a bottle of champagne.

This neighborhood was beautiful.

You have just moved into a lovely house in an even more lovely neighborhood—even though you figured most of the people looked like rich snobs.

You’ve been unpacking your belongings the whole day—you started with the furniture in the moving truck which was relatively easy considering you had someone else do it for you—and plus you mostly bought new furniture that would be delivered within the next week or so.

After a while, you decided to take a break and relax on your couch for a few minutes.. then there was a knock on the door.

You got up to answer it and were greeted by a beautiful woman holding a glass of champagne and a plate of.. brownies? How wonderful.

Anne stood there with a wide smile on her face, holding the items elegantly. “Good evening, darling! Welcome to the neighborhood! I brought some treats, if you don’t mind.” She chuckled, holding out the plate of brownies towards you.