Rose stood in front of the iron fence that towered over her. The iron line that tightly closed the magnificent house inside, seemed to smile disdainfully at him.
The girl ignored the scorching sun that burned her beautiful hair and smooth skin. She searched for the bell and managed to find an intercom to communicate with. Rose pressed the button and waited for an answer.
"Who are you?" asked a male voice over the intercom.
"Me, Rose, can I see Mr. Robert Miller?"
"Do you have an appointment?"
The same question was repeated again making Rose wonder how busy Robert is that everyone has to make an appointment when they meet him. While the man had come to bother her several times.
"Not."
"Sorry, the young master isn't home."
"Wait! It's important, please let me m
