After drinking her fill, Rosena and Amber enjoyed dancing and flirting, of course.
They were bought back to the old shop by the old lady, called Zara.
"My head hurts like bitch" Rosena wakes up to find herself completely wasted on the bedroom in the cupboard.
"You had fun flirting with the grey man?" Amber asks as she brings hangover soup.
"Oh, that man was hotter than the bottom of my laptop" Rosena smirks as the memories of last night replays.
"He sure was" Amber comments, rolling her red eyes.
"You should investigate him; he might be your future brother-in-law" Rosena declares.
Amber spits her soup as she hears her best friend's shameless words.
"You sure?" she asks, wiping the soup off her clothes.
"of course, he was so damn hot" Rosena nodes.
"Young miss, Patriarch has called you" Zara informs.
"Alright" Rosena dresses up before steeping out of the old shop.
She parks the car and gazes at the castle which was bold on the blue beyond. It stood there as if conjured from the storybook of a child. It was perfect. She had been here once, she walked in the castle, admiring every brick on the wall which had different size and unique style. Every painting on the walls described a story of the soldiers and the royals and the peasants.
A sudden thought of learning painting stuck her and she made her mind to contact a painter and learn the art.
She went to her grandfather's study room,
"Grandpa" she called and hugged him.
The old man had silver hair and long beard; his blue eyes similar to Rosena's glanced at her.
"You ungrateful brat, you forgot your grandpa?" he glared at her.
"Oh, grandpa, I was busy with the project and mom" she explained.
"So, you will forget him and roam in a bar, huh?" the old master Dalton asked aggrieved.
"You have been spying. It's not good for your old age, grandpa, stop spying, okay?" Rosena says avoiding her grandfather's blue eyes.
The old master stomps his feet harshly and gestures her to sit in the gazebo as he orders snacks.
After talking with her grandfather for long hours, she finally leaves the hidden castle and drives towards the Dalton mansion, where her family lives.
"Mom, I bought some snacks" she calls.
A maid bow,
"Young miss, the madam has not yet arrived" she informs.
"Alright, where are others?" she asks.
"First young master is in his study; second young master went to France and third young master is in the game room" the maid replies.
"Oh, and pass this to the elder brother and I will be with my youngest brother" she says passing the food and runs to the third floor of her brother.
She enters the game room, it had huge pool table, an old arcade, many computers, a perfect lightening. From tables, couches, and gaming chairs to wall art and décor embraced the vintage style. The poster of the games and characters were pasted on the walls. It felt like she has entered another house, the room was totally opposite of the mansion's style, which was classic and modern.
She sat on the card table and glinted at her brother who was busy playing some game.
"Hey" she called him.
He didn't even glace at her, she was taken aback by his attitude. She was annoyed, she called him several times but he didn't even peep. She picked a water glass and poured the whole water on his head. The best way to get someone's attention. she smirked thinking that he will definitely turn and look at her. But she was disappointed, that he did not even throw a glare at her.
She grumbled before throwing all the cards at him, no response, alright she had many tricks up her sleeves, she took a chair and hit his back, no response.
Alright, she was about to pick up a stool and hit his head, but before she could, he turned and glared at her.
"What the heck, Rosena are you itching for a beating or what?" he growled.
"You were not looking at me?" she glared.
"Whatever, why are you here?" he asked removing his hoodie. He walked to powder room to get a hair drier.
"And stop fooling around, your news is plastered everywhere, congratulations, you have become famous" he taunted.
"What scandal?" she asked.
"The bullying the weak scandal performed by your sister's best friend" he replied as he dried his hair.
"Haters makes us famous" she sighed. "I tried hard to be famous but look"