Third Person's POV
Kelsea exited the car as usual, with her head held high and strong; she seemed like a runway model with high heels and expensive dresses. She entered the Anderson mansion and walked through the garden, unable to avoid remembering the beautiful moments she spent there with her grandfather, those unique moments she lived and would like to experience again. She swallowed hard as she remembered the times she used to play different board games with him there, causing her eyes to water a little, but she knew how to control herself; it wasn't the time to release those feelings.
She stood before the door and sighed before knocking with a genuine smile filled with wickedness and mischief, one that would make her family tremble.
"Miss Kelsea!" exclaimed the maid of the house. K
