Michael descended the front steps of the manor, his eyes falling upon the luxurious horseless carriage parked on the driveway. Three familiar figures were nearby, two females and a male. Just a single glance was enough to discern their identity.
"Ah, Michael you're here." Brian Winterborne turned, raising his hands in a welcoming gesture.
"My lord," he bowed calmly, "my lady."
Upon raising his head, he saw Mary nod at him with a smile. Behind her, his eyes met with the woman he'd spent the most time with since being at the manor.
Melody Winterborne.
During the past few years, she'd grown in both height and elegance. If before she had been a small doll, she now seemed like a budding young woman. Her blue hair was no longer braided, allowed to cascade down her back like a waterfall.
