Garden

"Good Morning Mam."

"Good morning. Is Eric still in bed?"

"Yes ma'am." Said the butler.

Unlike the rest of the members, it was Ayana's first time seeing a caucasian in this house. He and a few servants were the only people who seemed to belong from the west, otherwise everyone here belonged from the family's native country. Not that there are many people in this mansion to begin with.

The butler's hair swiped back were shining grey, and the fog of milky white had started to surround his ice blue iris. A neat moustache on the roof of his pale thin lips and a classic framed glass resting on the ridge of his pointy nose, what an exemplary look for a fine gentleman.

For a moment, Ayana kept staring at his whole attire until a suppressed cough from her side alerted her behavior. 

"Ahem! This is our butler of the house, Wilfred Vogel." Grace intervened and continued with a little hesitancy.