Butler?!

A wave of cold air hit Lauren the minute she entered the car, causing her to shiver a little. Grace, who followed closely behind her, also made to enter but was immediately blocked by the huge man in a black suit and dark sunglasses.

  “I was ordered to bring only Miss. Byrne.” He retorted.

Lauren watched the drama with a dry chuckle. This marriage deal had actually brought her some good luck. Her grumpy, bossy stepmother actually smiled at her because of it. For the first time, someone carried her luggage for her and even opened the car door for her; not to forget, she was being ridden in a state-of-the-art car. The door closed and through its tinted window, she watched her stepmother shed crocodile tears and run into her husband’s arms for comfort. She looked past them to the house that started her miseries. Perhaps, it would be the last time she ever saw it.

Goodbye Lauren. My name is Michelle Byrne.

She sang it over and