Sommet du Ciel
It is engraved in beautiful cursive on a shiny gold plate at the gate pillar. The house, no– the mansion is a Second Empire styled with classic beige walls and large glass-paned windows out of which white curtains flung themselves out in a dramatic flurry, receding back in the same manner.
Surrounding it are rich green canopies of orchards; oranges, cherries, and strawberries, where only birds dared to scream their throat out loud. The maids are always on edge, scurrying about in small alert steps.
They are there, but then they are not.
I remember Maria rambling when she cleared up the bedroom while I dressed in the morning, that everyone here is a Beta and if anything, they would never get involved with the Alpha Nobles' Businesses.
Then she said something about his 'pippin taut arse'. Anyway, that is not important.
