The car came to a rest before a large house that no longer held the effect it may once have had on Serena. Instead, the sight of large fountains laid before the driveway and doors better fit to open for a castle than a home for just a pair of occupants was rather expected for her gaze. But when her car door came open to reveal the full sight of her new home, all she saw was another prison; of course, this one came with maids and chauffeurs-but it was just an ivory tower that she would find herself locked in until she would be tossed to the wind.
Her steps were slow until she crossed herself over the threshold and into the decorated foyer that held a single vase of yellow roses within a hand painted vase. For a single moment, she focused on the soft petals of the flowers before turning ba
