People electing to avert their eyes: it was hardly something new for Grace when she directed her gaze at them. Her life was filled with individuals who were either too shy or too nervous to look her in the eye. Or too angry to stare at somewhere else, for that matter. Whether the redhead wanted to look at her current employer's face or keep admiring her high heels, the woman kept her eyes on her. She was still unsure if this was just an uncanny resemblance or if the young boy whom she had asked to brush her hair once had indeed decided to tread a more feminine path, although the girl's name was giving her some clues. It would have been highly hypocritical of her father to question her own preferences, while at the same time kindly supporting Rikkie's. However, if that was the case, Grace was hardly surprised. Frankly, it sounded just like him.<br/><br/>"When…" Soon, ringing of the abundantly loud doorbell interrupted her little investigation. "I was wondering when you'd be opening that bloody door?" She asked, watching that ginger head moving away from her, currently unaware that she wasn't the only one eying the girl. "Rikkie?.." Narrowed eyes once again targeted the stand-in maid. "I reckon it's a more fitting nickname than Dick." With that, she let the girl attend to Abby.<br/><br/>By that point, Grace had mastered communicating with her assistant without any words. After her short trip to the kitchen, Audrey was still wandering alone in the building. A certain guest, whose job was the opposite of acting polite towards the other guests, was supposed to enter the place through the door in the kitchen that opened to the garden. He was a bit late, it seemed. And Audrey's subtle headshake informed her of his absence. Linking arms with her assistant, Grace dragged her away from the entrance and towards the library for some privacy.<br/><br/>"Where is that guy?" Quietly, the woman questioned.<br/><br/>"Grace, I'll…" Audrey started, though a pair of eyes peeking out the door of the library made her correct herself. "Ms, I'd call him, but I have no signal on my phone."<br/><br/>"Just, find him." Grace insisted. In the meantime, there was another "him" she had apparently found. While her assistant marched back to the kitchen, Grace barged into the library. The distinct smell of the books inside suppressed her own scent. Unlike her father, she didn't hate her little brother. Or couldn't really, not that Greg didn't do anything to make her harbour such feelings of dislike. After closing the door behind her, the judgmental look on her face almost mirrored her father's.<br/><br/>"Hiding in your little castle, I see." Against the door, her body formed a lean obstacle. While going through this tormenting so-called meeting, she didn't really expect to have her brother's aid. She was surprised that he had even decided to show up. While she lived the distress of having to gift the family fortune piece by piece, he just seemed to want to read as many books as possible before someone else took them all away. "Man up, will you?" She had never visited Greg's coffee shop, but admittedly had sent Audrey to tell her how it looked and felt. "This is your home too."