The seriousness in the room was so palpable, which was heavy with the bated breath of the last daughter of the Miller. For the first time in a long while, she was in a one-on-one sitting arrangement with her mother with a glass table as the middle partition, who was sitting on the twin chair across the other side.To make it a more awkward and uncomfortable situation, they were sitting in her room of all places. Emma was a hundred percent sure that her mother had called and texted her, to talk about the guy that she brought home for introduction the previous night. Early that morning when she woke up, she had seen so many messages and even mails from her mother requesting to see her urgently. If Eleanor didn't approach the matter in that hurried manner, she knew Emma would procrastinate the issue and choose to visit her at the odd hour, when the pressing issue was no longer important to talk about. And it definitely worked like magic because Emma was sitting in her room for more th

Things had been so quiet and down at the Millers, with everyone's head buried in their own sadness and forlorn. Emma had taken a break from the house because of her mother and lodged at a private suite, while Ellen travelled to Chicago for a random meeting she informed her mother about, on her way to the airport. Dalton and Aria were back on their non-talking terms because she said she wanted that, and he told her he would only let her go after the four months that was left for their marriage to end. That sure was more infuriating for her to hear from him, because he was playing her and she knew that it was for his own selfish gains. Right in her bedroom, was Aria sitting on the bed with a laptop that had a USB drive inserted to the side of it. She found some pictures and edited videos on the drive that the private investigator dropped, and they were the few ones from a party the family held a year before and some few ones from two years before. The one where someone had de

No one told Aria as usual about the upcoming celebration, and she did not care to even know about it or to participate in it. She only noticed the extreme preparations, changing of interior designs and the decorations of everywhere around the mansion. And most of the attention was focused on the banquet hall, which was just a few miles away from the mansion and was built for mainly family anniversaries. It was one of a kind that could not even be compared, to many of the luxurious banquet halls that were usually booked by elites for celebrations. Appearance and presence of people were strictly based on invitation. Regardless of how Ellen was really pissed at her mother for spilling what she told her not to tell Emma, she was still the one who helped her mother to collate the list for invited guests. Then Alex was the one that made the final arrangements for how it would be stamped and sent to them. Eva on the other hand donated expensive art from the ML gallery, to create a gr

"How was the party yesterday with your mother-in-law and Dalton's sisters? Heard it was Eleanor Miller's birthday. Did it go well?" Collin asked from the other side of the phone, worried that many things might have gone wrong because of the kind of family she was married into. From the few she had said, he envisaged the worst."Wasn't bad at all," Aria replied normally, not wanting to talk about the details of the ordeal she had to go face with every member of the family, and even Damon who was probably going to become part of the family soon. It was going to be a catastrophe to be in that kind of setting, because the combination of all of them was vile. "What you mean wasn't bad? They are not good people so I am sure, that there would have been so much to worry about. Especially for the fact that there would be an intense need to put on a facade to the invitees. Are you sure you are okay?" He inquired again, extremely worried about her even more than ever, because of his encounter w

It was late at night and Aria was standing in the kitchen to make dinner by herself, with every of the maids still cleaning the space flocking around her, to help her pick anything she wanted to make the meal. Since they had seen how power had changed hands in the house, they could not help but be more respectful to the wife of their boss. She refused their help to prepare dinner which was different from the food on the menu, that was prepared by the kitchen chefs, and had been served to every member of the family who were present at the table to eat that evening. Her mind often wandered to what the bad guy had said to her earlier. The tattoo he had on his neck bothered her so much that she took a break after dropping Anna at the hospital, to sketch out the detailing of the inked design in the best way she could. After she had paid the balance for the job the investigator had done for her, she paid another advance for him to find everything about any gang that had that kind of g