Whether wealthy or financially modest, Grace equally despised all of the inheritors that she was supposed to hand out the family fortune. It was still a mystery to her how and why her father elected to include these particular individuals in his will. She failed to see a pattern. Whom he had befriended over the years, whom he liked to surround himself with was mostly unknown to her. From her perspective, it seemed rather random. As if it was a puzzle what her father had left behind, she admittedly couldn't help but find herself pondering about it, trying to assign a meaning to his actions, although it was more alluring to assume he had just gone mad.<br/><br/>"Truly a tragedy." She responded to Lucia's condolences. However, it shouldn't be that difficult to see through her supposed mourning to find traces of hatred for the man. She had always found it a bit odd that Lucia had chosen to work for her father, instead of having a job that revolved around her own family. A little spy, that was what she had once called the woman during a private conversation with her father. The same woman whom she at the moment greeted with a faux smile, while she herself internally questioned the authenticity of Lucia's apparent kindness.<br/><br/>It wasn't going to be only Marcus who wouldn't be wandering within these walls, she supposed. "Hopefully, he won't." A lukewarm smile followed her crude joke. Her gaze momentarily fell on the woman's high heels, slowly running up to her bun. "It's funny, really." Grace suggested. "That you wanted to replace your family with mine, while he enjoyed replacing you with me." Her forced hospitality had already begun to crack, when Karl approached her. "Excuse me." With the words whispered in her ear, she turned around. A subtle tug insisted that the man follow her as she walked out of the parlour. She wasn't quick to welcome the latest guest, however. Instead, it was the dining room where she led him.<br/><br/>Unlike some of the others, Grace had no reason to feel uneasy near this particular gentleman. As she stood upright before him, she didn't see a menacing man, but a smug fixer who tried his best to pretend he no longer bore rather amorous feelings for her. "One." Her head slightly titled to one side, she raised a slender index finger. "You've been late." Grace suggested. While the rest of her digits remained curled, her middle finger too sprang up. "Two." She continued. "Seemingly, you're chatting with pregnant women before seeing me first." The digits she showed him began to spread, forming a rather wide V in the air. "You're not doing a great job if you want to get into that, envelope." In truth, she of course wasn't exactly talking about a paper container.<br/><br/>Since Marcus' will included a few lines about a certain young woman's pregnancy, Grace wasn't surprised by that revelation, that one of her guests was expecting. Justina was actually the last name on the old man's list. Other than that, Grace wasn't aware how much her father had hesitated to include her in his will. "And no, I don't know who the father is, if you're wondering." She squinted at the man, before her long legs began to move in the room again. "I'll find out, though…" As soon as she exited the dining room, a forced smile turned up the corners of her red lips.<br/><br/>"Rikkie, I can see that Ms Ishimoto is already in a stage where she might prefer to limit her caffeine intake." As the redhead did her job and welcomed the new guest, Grace approached the two. Other than the driver of her limousine, Justina seemed to be alone, which made Grace question where, or rather who, the father was. "Come darling. Let me show you the bathroom." The guest bathroom on the ground floor was occupied though. However, it was actually the study where Grace wanted to lead the mother-to-be anyway, to ask a few curious questions.