Matthew and Emily stood outside the grand tower of a house, looking up with two different perspectives. Emily's was one of wonder. She had known in all of the time that she'd known Matt that he'd been old money, coming from a family that had been rich in life and finances both, but she had never expected something like this. The house was magnificent, and old by the looks of it. Matthew refused to talk to her about his grandma, but if the house's age was any indication, she'd probably lived her her whole life. It seemed like a fantastic place to settle down. She briefly sent herself into a state of wonder, contemplating just how old the house was and who were the occupants before Maude. Things like that fascinated her to no end, and she found herself putting her bags that she'd retrieved from the Cobalt on the ground and just admiring the estate.<br/><br/>Matt's perspective, however, was one of chagrin. He absently pulled the sleeves of his beige shirt down to cover the ink on his arms, but it did nothing to hide the tattoos on his hands and up his neck, coupled with the bold black '21' near his left temple. He remembered his father talking about how Grandma Maude had hated the way Alexis changed her hair or wore excessive make up and all of that business, so it almost felt sacrilegious to be standing in front of her house when he knew that if she could see him now, she'd be rolling in her grave. He quietly apologized to her before turning his attention to Emily.<br/><br/>"Well," he started, hopelessly trailing off. Emily understood well enough, she generally did. She hoisted up her bags from where she had discarded them on the ground and lead the way down the smooth concrete strip that lead right up to the porch, letting Matt take the lead from there. He took in a deep, reluctant breath and pushed the doorbell.<br/><br/>The door slowly swung inward, and he was greeted by the butler he only vaguely remembered from the last time he visited, which in hindsight had been too long ago. He pointed at the suited gentleman and squinted his eyes in concentration, "You're... James? Joseph. Joseph, right?" Joseph offered him a polite smile that Matt felt didn't quite reach his eyes, and he absentmindedly pulled his sleeves down further to try and cover up the ink on his hands. "Well, you know I'm Matt, and uh.." He moved behind Emily, putting his hands on her shoulders. "And this is my girlfriend, Emily."