~Asher~
After a brief private discussion with Grandpa, I sat on the balcony watching Elena happily pick strawberries in the garden. She would pluck them and keep them in the fruit basket that a maid carried around for her. She seemed to be having fun with the activity.
I heard from the butler that she had insisted I stayed inside as it was cold outside, and that I would try to come meet her since we were inseparable. As I said, she was doing the perfect wife role a bit too perfectly.
Staring at her, I couldn't help but wonder the kind of person she was. It was almost as if the tabs I had on her were wrong, it was like she was an entirely different person from what my crew dug her to be. But I knew they wouldn't lie to me.
With her, I had to remind myself frequently that she w
