Aria took one last look around the penthouse she had once called home. Every corner held a memory she wished she could forget, yet none of them were enough to make her stay, she turned to stare at her triplets, then at her only friend who is also leaving everything behind to follow her and she let out a sad smile.

Housekeeper Clara paced nervously, dialling Reed's number for the seventh but it still wasn't answered, making her turn to face Aria again.

"Please, Mistress... don't leave like this. Master loves you. There has to be some misunderstanding. At least wait until he comes home and you're still not totally...