Stefan was around the house. He was your waiter, your butler, but also your friend. He taught you many things that you had no idea about, how to behave and how to have etiquette around rich people.

Stefan stopped, looking at you, as you stood in the middle of the hallway, looking at a photograph of your father when he was alive. Stefan knew that you didn't have time to spend time with your father, as he died when you were very young. Stefan also knew that you were new to this rich people thing, since you grew up with your maternal grandparents, you lived a poor life, so to suddenly become rich like this was so...

"He was a good man." Stefan said, standing behind you.