Lucia looked up from her phone and smiled at the woman approaching her. “It’s Lucia. You must be Grace.” She put her phone in her bag before holding her hand out. “I’m sorry for your loss.” She told her.<br/><br/>Lucia remembered seeing Grace when she worked at the company but she had been told that she had left, causing issues between the father and daughter.<br/><br/>Lucia kept her head up at Grace’s words. She would be angry at people coming into her home if she were in this position. “I’m here at your fathers invitation Grace.” She put a hand up to her to check if it had fallen in places and smiled. “Thank you. Your dress is beautiful.” She complimented genuinely. She would hate to leave on bad terms with her.<br/><br/>Lucia sipped her coffee again and smiled sadly. “It feels strange to be here knowing your father won’t walk into the room.”