Three days later, a taxi dropped Julie in front of the big house. The thirty-five years old woman felt ridiculous dressing a short black dress and white shoes recommended by Stephanie. She walked slowly through the huge garden, but that time, it did not look charming to her. She frowned when she saw that the door was open.

"Hello?" Julie inquired when she came in. She looked seriously around and smoothed her wavy hair. The living room was so quiet that she could listen to her steps on the white marble floor.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Schneider," Jacqueline greeted her as she popped up suddenly.

"Oh, no! That's so unrefined and...