Lena gripped the doorknob in front of her. The last time she was here was five months ago—the day she got married to Darian.
Everything around was still the same. She felt nostalgic as her eyelids flickered through the balcony. Simpering, she let go of the knob and resorted to tinkling the bells beside the door.
After two attempts, the door opened to a petite girl whom she recognized to be the maid.
"Good day, ma'am." The young lady couldn't hide her excitement when she saw Lena standing by the door.
"Hey—" Lena racked her head for the girl's name. She knew it, but couldn't remember what it was at the moment.
"Kayla," she helped Lena out. "I guess you don't remember my name anymore. It's fine, we've only met once. Are you here to see your dad?" Kayla opened the door widely for Lena to
