Receiving Visits

Azrell looked at every corner of the luxurious mansion belonging to the Wallson family, she supported her chin with her right hand which also rested on her right thigh.

There was only a picture of Mrs. Wallson and Rio, with no Mr. Wallson or any other blood relatives of the man beside him.

But wait, she narrowed her eyes when she saw the photo with the yellow print —you could guess that the photo was taken many years ago—, there was a family complete with a man who must have been little Rio tightly gripping his father's hand and there was a little girl on the side, next to it.

"Are you serious? You saw how handsome I looked on the living room wall, didn't you?"

The baritone voice sounded clear in Azrell's ears, breaking her thoughts and wondering who the little girl who seemed to be smiling was happy. "No, don't be too confident." She replied, shaking her head.