After we left the casino, we went straight to find Octavia's aunt. According to the address, Florentine lived not far away from our town. The house was built on the top of a hill. It was a colonial-style mansion with the manicured garden surrounding it.
There was a guardhouse by the gate. We got out of the car and walked up to a security camera. Immediately, a screen attached to the wall flashed a static image of a bald man, who regarded us with a glare.
"Get out of here, kids," he said through the speaker.
"We want to meet Lady Florentine," Octavia said solemnly.
"Who are you?" the guard asked, looking at us like we were homeless people.
"A relative," she answered.
"Go away," the guard said. "Lady Florentine has no relatives."
"Well, she does now," I spoke up and showed the guard m
