I WOULD BE PATIENTLY WAITING.

Leonardo was upstairs watching the party from behind a glass. No one could see him from downstairs but from where he was, he had a clear view of what was happening below. He was waiting for Megan to arrive, after all, he had hosted this party just to see her again. He needed an excuse and this was the perfect one. He knew she would reject any offer of seeing her personally, especially with what happened at the restaurant that day. If she did not come then he won't bother going downstairs and the party would be over.

He saw a lady in a green dress step inside the room. There she was! She was coming in with a middle-aged man with a walking stick, he recognized the man as Peter Zendel, her father. The dress was so beautiful on her, as if it was made for her and it was almost the same color as her eyes. Her silky black hair fell to her waist. She looked so ethereal.

Her eyes were on something and he traced it to the sculpture at the centre of the room. He remembered it, he had to threate