Milena's POV
Albeit I'm finally home. There's no place like home. I might as well get some good sleep but I want to shower and I haven't eaten the whole day not a whole day but it still counts.
Music sounds resonated from the house but I think I'm hearing things or did Santa Claus come early this year? Enough speculations. I'm going to check it out. The door was pushed open before I place a hand on it revealing my grandfather's butler and some maids cleaning up the interior figurines while the housekeepers were changing the curtains.
Carts were rolled out of the living room containing folded clothes and old artifacts. Another maid held a canvas painting of my father which I haven't seen before.
" Miley, you're home early" I didn't know I needed permission before I come to my father's house. I wanted to retort but I think he gets it by the apologetic look on his face.