Instead of taking a seat with Leonard and Jerome, Vivian walked around the large room with slow-paced steps. Taking the corners near the wall, she looked at the objects which she was very familiar to as she used to clean the room twice every week when she was a maid.
She turned slightly behind to look over where both the men sat. Leonard in a plush seat she often saw him sit. His legs crossed and back leaned against the seat, one of his arms rested on the armrest.
Suddenly she remembered a memory of the time when he had only arrived back in the mansion after his long stay. The time when he had removed her shoes from her feet to inspect something which she hadn't asked him about. She felt her skin tingle as if his hand held her ankle, pulling it towards him gently. The grip was not painful yet firm in its hold.
