Moving | Masara
@masonbellamy
Unfortunately for Mason’s body guard, he had been roped into helping Kiara take some of her boxes upstairs. She had been staying at Mason’s since the return from their honeymoon, though she hadn’t officially brought all her stuff over from her place - though given the sheer tinyness of her apartment, there wasn’t much. A grand total of about 7 or 8 medium sized boxes. As the body guard went back down to the car, Kiara looked at her husband.
“I can’t believe my entire life fit into less than ten boxes.” She pouted a little bit as she pulled out her ideas’s notebook leaving it on the bed side unit on the side of the bed she was sleeping on. “I remembered to bring the burnt toaster she we could just it away together.”