"Good morning, Mr. Stanford." I heard Vincent in the entrance hall two days later. I didn’t talk or text him since the party. I had closed myself in my room, not wanting to talk or see anyone. I ignored most phone calls from my phone, and let it die. I went to the steps.

"Vincent, I assume you are here to see Rozy." He spoke.

"I am." He said as I started walking down the steps. I was wearing one of my sun dresses and barefoot. His grey eyes met mine as Grandfather looked behind ...