"Welcome home Miss Fiona."
The butler greeted her moderately right on sight.
The Young lady carried herself gracefully, elegantly as she strolled into her own home and when she stopped, she asked the butler,
"Is my grandmother in?"
"Yes."
He replied with speed.
"I'll go see her quickly."
The glorious house that was styled like a museum was more than lavish.
A human could wander in the building for years and never come out successfully, thus was the status of the house belonging to an old woman.
With a knock, the lady presented herself at the door and didn't bother to enter until she was permitted to do that, but before she even laid foot in there, she dressed her hair, arranged her skirt and shirt, making sure that there was no mistake before she came in, she had to be perfect.
"Good evening grandma."
She greeted the old woman.
