"Oh my. She looks exactly like our Rory." A woman in her early fifties commented as soon as I walked inside of a mansion. From the intricate details on the high-ceiling of their home down to the circulating air all over the corner-everything in here screams luxury and not the kind of luxury that I am already aware of. This definitely screams luxury of the top one percent in our society. If my type is seen rats by the rich people that I am exposed to. I am sure that I am nothing but a speck of dust to these family.
God, who are they? Why do they have everything that I want in life?
"Dear?" The elegant woman with a soft voice spoke. She handed her hand to the old man who is standing next to her. I can see a glimpse of Nicholas features on him that made me assume that he is the master of
