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Chapter 2. A n accident stole her parents from her when she was just 6. Margret was everything she had to call her own. It's been 13 years now. The Chamfers were the wealthiest of families in Wierbone at that time. The three brothers owned the grape fields and wine industry. Most of their earnings were stored in the treasury located inside the house. The location was a secret even to the house maid. Once full of happiness and joy that gigantic mansion was now abandoned. Alice’s father was the youngest of the siblings. He named Alice as the heir to his part of the industry when she was just a toddler. Not knowing she would have to take it over so soon. Margret leaned to pick that letter resting on the floor. “What is so strange about this invitation dear”, Margret asked as trying to read the letter with those rheumy eyes. “It says 25 th of December, that’s the day after tomorrow”, Margret exclaimed but still struggling to read she continued, “At the Duvin Man

Chapter 1. It was a cloudy day, the mist was making it even harder to see. "Miss Chamfer, where are you!", an old stumbling voice muttered from below. "I'm in my room Margret", Alice screamed while rushing inside the hallway through the window. "Madam there is a strange man on the door asking for you", Margret said while reaching for the room. "Is he addressing me?", Alice replied while crawling inside the bed. "Yes, upon asking he even described you as a blond woman with light brown eyes." she replied. "Oh Margret, I am tired can you just ask this man what he wants". "Such a lazy fellow, have a little compassion for this old one", Margret mumbled  while moving out. It was cold inside, Alice tucked herself inside the blanket. With the window wide open the white and red saye curtains flew with the breeze, blowing off the lamps. After a while Margret returned with an envelope in her hand "He wanted to