Losing Hope

Old madam Gray sat lazily on her regular chair which was unlikely of her dignified self.

She seems to have lost a bit of her demeanor which oppressed her aura.

The old butler Bernard stood on a side with her personal maid as they looked at the old woman with concern.

Probably afraid she might collapse again, she suddenly let out a long sigh. " Bernard " she called in a stiff voice. Even though she was downcast, her voice still held an unrefutable authority.

"Yes madam" the old butler answered with his hand folded behind him and his head bowed at an obviously practiced degree.

"Has there been a call from Luca? It's been hours now" she muttered the last part to herself. "Not yet madam, but don't worry, there's still time. And I believe Young Master will make it happen" Bernard replied with a firm assurance and believe.