Saturday evening,
Stella was rushing up to the flight of stairs when she saw the old butler, who was heading towards the kitchen, and stopped suddenly after climbing a couple of steps.
"Uncle Rob?" She called out to him.
"Yes, child?" The old butler replied politely. He had gotten used to her presence around the house. He knew by now that this little one had a heart of gold and wasn't like those gold diggers he had seen. Moreover, her presence brightened up the whole place, making it more lively. He couldn't remember when was the last time the mansion was brimming with such a joyful delight after his master passed away.
"Have you seen Adam? I have been looking for him everywhere, but he seems to have disappeared." Stella asked him stomping her right foot on the floor like a child.
