“And how was your night…” Grace entered the kitchen, following her brother as soon as she came back.

　　“So, what's with the sour look?” Her brother asked instead, throwing her a side glance. Grace let out a sigh and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “Had a fun night?” Her brother added mischievously.

　　“Not now, Derrick… I see you are doing your uncle duties…she's becoming unbearable,” Grace remarked and picked up some plates and ...