At the Grey Direct Mansion.
Alexandra stood in front of the huge length picture shelve and browsed through it with her eyes as she awaited her grandmother’s presence. She smiled softly at some of the old pictures consisting of she and her parents. They looked so happy without any care in the world that it broke her heart all over again that they were now gone.
Moving on, she looked at the next picture, and the one after that, finally she was met with a photo frame with the face placed down. She had never really frequented the direct mansion and wondered what the frame held, however, as she was about to turn the face up, two servants passed by, giggling like dying hyenas and she caught wind of their conversation.
“So that’s what happened. How shameless.”
“I mean we can’t blame
