A recently made painting tucked between her little arm, Grace rushed through the front door that towered before her. Wavy locks of hair swayed behind her. Upon entering the mansion, she skipped down the hall and towards the study. It was a pleasant day. And her little painting was inspired by the pleasant vista the garden had. Some trees, a pool, a sun with a happy smile. There were some little stars next to it as well. Her energetic racing came to a stop right outside the study. Through the open door, she could see her dad standing behind his cluttered desk. Sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, his fists pressing against the desk. Between them, his tie looked a bit rough. Blandly looking down, he was shaking his head. A soft hand grabbed a beat-up book that lay on the desk. It had a thick cover, the edges of the pages looking gilded. Lifting his head from his desk, Marcus saw his eight-year-old. The guilty frown he had transformed into a smile. Her mother's didn't, however. The book was still in her hand. Her nail varnish matched the red symbol on the cover. In a way, it looked similar to the little stars she liked to draw. The woman stood in front of the door, slamming it shut.<br/><br/>While the first bang brought back some memories, the last one pulled Grace back to the current time. Justina seemed to be trying to relax on the sofa. Given the circumstances, it was difficult to be sure if she was doing better. However, that seemed to be the case. So, she trusted she could leave her be for now. And as the woman slid across the sofa, it was possible to interpret the action as Justina wishing to move away from her. There were others present in the room to tend to her anyway, including her brother.<br/><br/>Although she looked up, and definitely concerned about the loud noises, Grace elected not to comment on it, not to escalate the situation. After having a look at Justina, her eyes found Lucia next, trying to convey that she would like the blonde to keep an eye on the pregnant woman. After all, if Marcus had indeed trusted her with a directorial position in the company, she must have been able to deal with emergencies like this. "Father had always wanted a grandchild, you know." She tried to clear the air a little. Turning to Rikkie next, she talked to the redhead. "I want a list of everyone in this house." Grace asked, hoping the girl had been doing her job properly and keeping track of the guests who had arrived in the mansion. After that, she walked outside the parlour. While she left the room, Audrey did the opposite and entered with a big glass of water.<br/><br/>Considering the possibility that there might be people upstairs who were messing with the doors, her eyes searched for her so-called muscle. Being a sensible woman, she didn't think of anything supernatural. Thankfully, it didn't take her long to find Karl, and a hand on his arm. When others were around, she didn't want to ask him if the banging was somehow his doing. "Mr Wahl?" Unlike Abby, she opted for a more formal approach. "Would you be kind enough to go upstairs?" Grace asked. For anyone who knew her though, it shouldn't have been difficult to see through her apparent courtesy. "I believe someone must've forgotten a window open." She, seemingly, blamed the draught for the slammed doors.