The knock on the door was gentle and soft, but was also audible enough to Aunt Elsie's hearing. She purposely waited for a few seconds for the knock to come up again, if not thrice, before answering. “Come in…" She uttered dryly, her gaze focused on the file she was reading.

The door creaked opened afterward as Milan walked in briskly, her steps were steady and elegant as she hastens them towards Aunt Elsie's table. The look on her face was stoic and blank, with no trail of smile in her ...