Bab 112: Break Down

Sighing in despair, Mary lazily followed behind. Before she got into the helicopter that took her to Kensington, she had changed her wedding dress into something else. Of course it's ridiculous if she wears a wedding dress everywhere with a mess of makeup on her face.

The house remains the same. Nothing moved from its place. Mary's fingers touched the piano that her sister often played. His lips curved into a crooked smile, he could feel the paint on the piano's body again. He missed the melodic sound Kathleen played every time she worked on her script. Mary really missed that house.

Mary's gaze fell on Jo who breathed a sigh of relief as she placed her suitcases in front of the sofa. Elsewhere, Kathleen disappeared behind the wall into her room, exclaiming loudly,

"My God I miss my room!"