In the time of evening, Vincent stood on one of the balconies of the mansion. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, gently swirling it while resting his forearms against the top of the railing.
He noticed a carriage that didn't belong to his family enter through the gates of their mansion. Raising the glass to his lips, he took a sip of the alcohol and watched a servant step out of it.
"Looks like the news has arrived sooner," Vincent murmured to himself and took another sip from the glass.
Hearing footsteps from behind, Vincent turned his head to the side to see who it was.
"Good evening, Vince," greeted Marceline. "I heard that you went to meet Ms. Hooke. Is she as pretty as mother described her to be?" She came to stand next to him with a little distance between them, leaning her entire back against the railing.
Vincent turned to his sister and said, "She seemed like you."
Marceline raised her eyebrows and asked,
