Mutual understanding

Mr Anderson walks into the living area. He had dismissed all servants of the mansion and given them a week off. He needed some time alone, the betrayal of his daughter was something that weighed on him so heavily. He sighs leaning on the chair.

His mansion was built to suit his daughter. A replica of her dream home, every piece of furniture in pink and walls painted in her favorite colors, pink and cream.

Mr Anderson loved his daughter, but her betrayal was something he could not bear. Miss Franchester watched her man from above the stairs fight with himself. She was happy the sofa was gone, she could finally be the center of attention with her out of the way and her mother as well.

‘’Why are you making things hard on yourself? I know she blew things up, but it doesn't mean we can't have another plan’’ Miss Franchester tells Mr Anderson descending the stairs. She was a minister with visions of becoming Luna.

Mr Anderson was the perfect candidate who had not given hope for so many y