Annabelle walked into her magnificent house - a dazzling display of marble and tapestries - feeling both comfortable and strangely out of place. The intoxicating aroma of rare flowers and aged wood, once a symbol of comfort at home, now has a subtle and unsettling edge. Her father, the usually noisy Lord Kyle welcomed her with his signature cheers and a smile as warm as the summer sun. Her mother, the ever elegant Lady Sapphire, provided a more subtle but equally affectionate welcome. But what ...