The moon was bright, and its illumination of the trees in Vera's mansion orchard was fascinating. It sprayed a silver dust mist over the flowers in the small garden. And the city lights below produced a swarm of bright pearl beads. The cold wind had entered the room through the open window in the pink room where Angela stood motionless, looking down. "Esmeralda," Angela said softly. She had no idea she would end up in the dead girl's room until that moment. It did, however, excite her. Angela was still perplexed by Lara's terrified expression as she remained in the pink room. It was late at night, but she was still awake. The night's silence was unsettling. She was about to shut the window when she noticed movement in the orchard and a white image flashing moving beneath the orchard. "The lady in white," she mumbled excitedly, electrifying her guts and propelling her out the door and down to the orchard. Angela was certain she wasn't dreaming or imagining things this late in the evenin

Angela frowned as she asked, "What are you trying to prove to me, Fredrick?" "I'm just telling you the truth; this is a matter of confession," Fredrick said with a sad expression. "It's Lara's fault; she wanted all men to worship her as if she were a goddess, and she was suffering from her unusual sexual desire." "How come you're telling me this?" "Because I like you and want to be your girl." "I'm sorry, Fredrick, but getting into relationships isn't in the cards for me." "However, you needed someone to watch over you." "I can defend myself against any harm," Angela stated categorically. "And I don't need a man right now." "Everyone needs someone to talk to and love," Fredrick explained. "You are not exceptional." "I have to go now," Angela said as she picked up the basket of fresh oranges and prepared to walk away when Fredrick grabbed her hand. "Please allow me to assist you, Angela." "No, Fredrick," she said as she walked away, "I don't want you to help me because I have

"I wanted to marry you at any time," Fredrick had said automatically. "Oh really? Can we marry now? " Angela said it firmly. "That's impossible," Fredrick said, confused. "That's not what I wanted to hear from you, Fredrick," Angela said. "What I wanted to know is why you're marrying me." Fredrick was deafeningly quiet. He fixed his gaze on Angela. "Because I like women with your wit and calmness," he explained. "What you wanted was a TV anchorwoman or a TV broadcaster, not a wife," Angela stated flatly. "I should put the two paintings in your car. " "You have to be in a relationship before discussing marriage," Leonardo interjected. Fredrick responded, "Please, let’s get into another level of a relationship, Angela. I want to get to know you better. " "You're making me feel out of place," Leonardo said. "You can discuss that later." Leonardo is right." Fredrick smiles at Angela. "Always remember that three is a crowd. Maybe we can talk about your other painting, Leonardo. C

Angela could feel her adrenaline pumping. She couldn't wait to get her hands on Esmeralda's diary. Leonardo was correct; Esmeralda's diary would provide answers to all of their questions. She'd gone through every drawer and cupboard in the pink room, but the diary was nowhere to be found. She decided to visit the orchards after an hour of futile investigation. "Esmeralda, where did you put it?" She said quietly as the cold wind touched her cheek. She was standing beneath the fruitful trees, looking up at the pink room, with a portion of the window open. She was reminded of Lara's pale face as she gazed at Esmeralda's pink room. Was she capable of assassinating Esmeralda? Angela pondered. But the way she reacted to Esmeralda was both meek and fearful. Esmeralda frightened her. And Leonardo's conviction that Esmeralda had been murdered blew up everything, including her thoughts. And yes, Angela concluded, Lara had every reason to kill Esmeralda because of their rivalry. That's why she w

The art exhibit was attended by everyone in Vera Mansion. Mrs. Vera was in her golden yellow straight-cut gown. She looked stunning in it, even at her age. And Mrs. Gale was happy in her navy-blue dress. The atmosphere of the mansion was a bit gay. Leonardo was acting normal lately. Only Lara was bragging every day about Leonardo’s distance from her. It was already seven in the morning, and at ten o’clock was the event’s opening. Lara was on the phone with Fredrick, who was asking her to go ahead with the rest. And she was forced to fly fast ahead before Leonardo and the rest. After a few moments, Leonardo came out into the living room in his tuxedo and silver cane. "Is Angela here?" "Not yet, Leonardo," Mrs. Vera answered. "You look handsome in that tuxedo I bought for you from Paris, my son." She smiled. "Angela!" Leonardo called out. "I’m coming!" Angela had almost fallen on the floor as she ran from the corridor to his room. "Ups, sorry. It’s my first time in a body-fit long go