πrone had reached the threshold of Grace Field House's plantation no. 3. She was greeted promptly by Isabella, who immediately escorted her inside to the spacious cafeteria. A sea of ββchildren of various ages shone like the sun β chatting, smiling. Isabella took the center of attention, her voice carrying clearly as she addressed both the children and Krone. She introduced the woman and a new kid of one year to the orphans, saying how Krone is appointed to be her assistant to help her with household chores. Krone surely had to introduce herself too.
What vile lies, spouting ignominies of this caliber. Of course she hadn't come for this tiny, innocent cause. Intentions were hidden. Her voice seemed, however, soft ; stating these words in a malevolent way. Here is :
Β« I'm Krone, but you can call me Sister Krone. Nice to meet you. From today on, I'm going to live with you ! Β»