Snow.
It blanketed the estate, and left the gardens with almost no interactions.
That's the thing about snow, its beautiful but kills almost everything it touches.
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Milo, stood outside on the balcony, as he waited for his guests to arrive.
It was a cold enough night, that Milo could see his breath.
There was a quick tap at the window behind him, it was the butler checking to see if he was alright.
"I am fine" Milo replied.
He was lying through his teeth though, Milo has been in a spiraling depression even since the death of his fiance.
"You know sir, I know of very good Therapist..." The Butler told.
"I am fine, tell me when the guests arrive."
This party might seem in poor taste, but its a tradition that has been in the Erebus family for generations.
In the Erebus Estate there is huge ballroom for dancing, with white clothed tables all around, topped by plain vase, holding a single white rose.
Once a year people from the wealthiest of families come from all over the world to this party, or "social gathering" For most its actually an excuse for business ventures.
Milo, has no business or even a formal college education. He grew up rich. Milo has more money than he'll ever need, but no amount of money could change the past or bring back the dead.
"Sir, the guests have arrived." The Butler said.
Milo, braced himself for hours of worthless conversation.
