It was Christmas again. The festival of new hope and new life. Rosalie stood nearby the window and watched the falling snow. It was bewitching sight. White and pure like her Rene. Loving and caring like her Nix.
Being growing up in beach town she never endured snow falls in life. Like water to snow, same goes for life too. Another form of life. She was warm like water before now become cold like snow.
Finally life sound peaceful. And this Christmas is here with some happiness. She is going to be mother soon. Even though she never expected life to take form of water to snow, her mind is somewhat free. Rene and Nixon were avenged. It had been eight months of pregnancy. Her belly had really grown.
Lombardy Mansion now almost silent after many tragic events. Lorenzo Lombardy was away on his
