IN WHICH ROOM.

When the chauffeur dropped them off late at night at the house that their mother had arranged for them, Payton breathed out in relief as she entered the beautiful house that was literally built with glass.

While she was outside, she could see the inside clearly and even though she could, she could not wait to enter the house.

It was a beautiful glass house that was located by the island, and this was the kind of sight that she had always longed for.

Maybe it was nice that she was on this honey— no, vacation.

She had not had the chance to travel out for vacation before. It was all for work, and strictly work.

It was not that she could not afford to, but she spent all of her time working, and coming up with new ideas.

The pressure of running her mother’s art gallery was a bit heavy and she had never admitted it to anyone before.

She wanted to do well.

She wanted to work so well that no one would blame her mother for leaving her with something like that.

And she knew she was trying. She