It was late at night, and Benedict had just come out of his art room. He was careful to be quiet. What he did not realize though, was that his mother, Violet, had invited close family friends to stay over at Aubrey Hall for a week. You were just coming back from the library of Aubrey Hall after a restless night of attempted sleep. Benedict’s head perks up at the sound of the soft footsteps, only to see you in such an intimate nightgown.