The next day.
Edward Stephens didn't need to go out today, a rare day off.
When he woke up, the air was tinged with a faint mist, and outside, he could hear the sound of rain hitting against the glass windows.
It was raining.
He sat up in bed and heard laughter coming from downstairs, a rare instance of joyous sound that piqued his curiosity.
After washing up, Edward, wearing slippers, leisurely went downstairs and saw Erin Ginger sitting on the sofa, with a drawing board in front of her, surprisingly making a portrait of his housemaid.
A few finished pieces were already being shown around and whispered about. Seeing him coming down the stairs, they immediately reined in their expressions and greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Stephens!"
"You all…" He frowned.
