Petals fluttering to the ground sculpting a bunch of colourful paints on the ground. A black-haired man is walking on the fallen petals secretly recollecting his memories of the earlier incident. Millions of questions pop in his head as he tries to soothe his heart from the sudden shock. 'Who exactly is that girl?', ' How does his father know her and why is he doting on her so much?'. Harry rubs the back of his neck while pressing his lips together before letting out the breath that even he didn't notice that he was holding it. Such an obscure scene! There is no way she is just an ordinary little girl for his father would feed her personally. Moreover, the way she looks at him is no less than a stranger but it seems like there is a blind that kept his father away from noticing. The situation is too much for him to take but at last, there is nothing he can do to defy the lord of the house.

As he was deep in thought, a petal touches his nose as he brushes it off claiming the disturbance he felt. His nose itches but the intended fingers stop in a minute. An awfully beautiful sight instantly melts his thoughts. How could a weak, pale and frail girl so ensuring and calming to see? As if she is out of the world where nobody can fill her beauty. He instantly remembers a similar girl who once took his interest during his lonely child days. "That...that sweet little girl is still here!" Harry smiles in the delight of his discovery. How could he not notice the similar features on the girl? He has been too busy involving his thought with something else and completely forgot the existence of the child. The only one out of all his bad memories! How could he forgot about that!

Harry opens his steps faster and faster towards his past love seeing her standing alone in the field full of roses forcing his heart to rapidly beating out of the track. He shoves off the blockade of petals to the side hoping she won't disappear. He is practically running towards her. 'Yes...you are the one!' Much that he wants to reach her, his track is blocked by someone unattended. After all this time, he finally thought they could reunite but there is always a lump piece of fallen meat halting his steps in place.

Harry's sleeves are pulled to the back as he glared at the criminal. "Hello, big bro... Where are you going?" His eyes turn red as he pushes her away by the head. How dare she did that! He hawks wildly searching for the girl but she is already nowhere to be found. "What do you want... Go away, snakehead!" He huffed in annoyance turning his head from the disturbing sister. Amelia Lilac truly is a snakehead... She can't deny it so she just pouts and laughs out of her brother's funny reaction. "Now... Please don't be mad, big brother... I am just informing that Mother asks for you...". Harry hates to meet the duchess if there is no important occasion so he just brushes it off, saying that he is busy with work and doesn't have time to spare. "Oh, please big bro... That witch said that she needs you right now!" Amelia cupped her palm together attempting to persuade him. If Harry didn't listen to her, the evil witch will blame or punish her for this. Moreover, she is the only one that can handle this rock headed big brother although she needs to talk to him personally and cursed her mother once in a while. Unladylike but effective so she doesn't mind her manners when speaking with her brother that much. "And for what occasion do I need to meet her..." Harry pushes his sister to the side and strides towards the duchess room. Amelia follows after with a successful smile, silently praising her precise accomplishment.

The door to the duchess room forms a loud bang as it's forced open by the man. Harry walks arrogantly in front of his mother. He is sure pissed off by their disturbance.

"What do you want mother..."

Vanessa spins towards the closed door. Her graceless manners show through her action as she sits over the torn couch, biting her fingers in distress. She is in a total break down by the sudden change of the situation. The used to be well-kept room are wrecked by her own hands. Glasses shattered on the floor staining the wined floor. Curtains and sheets are spreads to the ground reaching the duchess feet. She glances at her son and stops her nervous action. Recognizing the cold reaction of his is evidently unappetizing. Harry ignores his mother and arrogantly walks over to the couch. "So what is it do you want" he lifts his eyebrow in question.

"Stay away from that girl...!" Vanessa warns with a robust expression. She took his hands praying that he would listen to her but she knew enough that he will stubbornly refuse. Harry shakes his head in anguish from the ridiculous request. Without waiting for them to walk him out, he is already storming out of the room. " Next time, if you want to call for me... Please prepared a well-written script rather than some selfish talks"... Amelia stood beside her mother, silently watching her brother fumes out of the destroyed room.

Duchess Vanessa give up as she slams back to the couch. The attempt to safe her situation has turned around the box. She looks towards her daughter. " Where is Risa?" She asks with a concerned tone. "I don't even know mother..." She answers politely calming the Duchess's heart. After a while of silent, Duchess Vanessa pours out a glass of wine and greedily swallowed the hot fluid letting it burns her throat. "Amelia... You need to find a way to bring the statue to me..." This question perks her ears up as she walks over and fills her mother's glass. "Of course mother, I will try my best to complete your request..." A bright sinister smile shaped her light red lips...