After more than a hour of walking winter has finally made her way home. She is greeted by her butler upon her arrival.
"Young miss you're home early today did something happen at school?" asks John her butler.
"Nothing important." she replies while ascending up the stair case.
"Young miss, wait a moment I... Its your father he's here" Winter turns towards john in a swift movement "and he has a guest." Shock, anger and hatred are the immediate emotions that reflect in her face almost immediately but after a few seconds she regains composer, hisses her teeth turns around and continues her ascend up the stairs to retire at her quaters but not without leaving the remark.
"Never call him my father, he's not my father, not anymore atleast."
"My apologies young miss." John bows until Winter is out of sight he releases a long sigh with the thought 'til how long will this family remain so broken? How long must this child suffer and be blamed for something she had no control over? How long?'
Throwing her body down on the bed Winter releases a long sigh; sinking her head into a pillow she inwardly screams in frustration. Flipping over to her back she releases another long sigh and uses her right elbow to cover her face beging deep meditation.
Half an hour of meditating and another to freshen up; Winter decides to go see why "that man" was here and who was he with. She briskly make her way to the wing of the mansion that she hasn't been to in a while... to a room she had never entered after he left.
She made her way to his old study, he would have most likely went there.
Her two soft knocks are met with a strong deep empty voice, lacking any emotion at all.
"Come in." says her father, she follows and opens the door without any hesitation.
She looks around the room and acknowledges that it's the same as it was the a last time she was there.
In the centre of the room is a large round marble desk, she always wondered why marble and round, aren't these desks supposed to be mahogany and rectangle. She then thought it just represented his hard personality. A huge chair is behind the table and in front two smaller ones. To the left is a huge book shelf, a printer and a cooler. To the right a coffee Machine, a mini fridge, large black chair and a little glass table
In front with some magazines on top. She turns her attention to the man behind the desk and she finds it strange how his physical features haven't changed one bit. Big brown eyes, cool skin, low cheek bones, pale lips, jet black lowly cut hair, muscular physic.
She then notices that someone else is in the office, a guy with his head now turned to her, all attention in the room was on her. A man, a handsome man... a familiar man.
Oh how she had hoped it would have been him sitting in that chair, but it wasn't. This man looked around the same age as her father... she'd maybe met him before... he looks so familiar to him.
"Have you no manners, when you enter a room what do you say?"
'Excuse my manners and good afternoon mother fuckers.'
'Oh nooo you don't inner voice, stop talking, don't speak for me at all. Please no more drama.'
Winter just stares blankly at him, if he thought he was going to get a response out of her he was gravely mistaken.
"Tsk I have no time to waste on you; sit down girl, I have something to tell you." Winter listens to him this time and sits down in the chair beside the man she saw but not before nodding in a way to show respect to him; acknowledgement of him.
"This gentleman sitting here is Mr. Daniels, you met him before when you were younger. He'll be your father in law next month; you're getting married to his son, Richard."
