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The backyard was beautifully arranged. A large table with chairs around it stood at the center, adorned with a variety of food and drinks. Maids stood discreetly nearby, ready to assist. The setting was picturesque, with twinkling lights hanging from the trees and a gentle breeze adding a touch of freshness to the evening.

This was my first time here, and the beauty of the place did help soothe my nerves a bit. Before joining the gathering outside, I had to fulfill a small but important duty. Cecil guided me inside to greet her sick grandmother who was upstairs.

We climbed the wooden staircase, and was soon in the room. Her grandmother lay in bed, surrounded by flowers and family photos. Frail appearance and dull eyes. They were older maids in with her and it was quiet in there.

"Hello, Mrs. Whitmore," I said gently, approaching her bedside while Cecil stood behind me.

"Luna, it's so nice to finally meet you," She replied, her voice weak but welcoming. "Cecil has told me so much abou