The sun had set as it dipped below the mountains. Today Nyssa had worn a classic and elegant black pinstriped suit. A warm smile played upon her lips as she looked across the way and spotted Daisy Lance. One step. Two. Three. Nyssa gently spoke in that old school aristocratic way she had done for centuries “Good evening Mrs Lance. I have come to escort you to my home. Will you do me the honour of joining me for dinner? And perhaps even moving in with me?”