Ellie groaned in somewhat of boredom. She paced her window waiting for the guest from Australia to come. Her father had finally opened up factories other than in England and they were planning to put in a confectionaries factory as well as the already pre existing toy factory in Russia if they allowed it. But even if they didn't, Ellie was very persuasive for her age, and so was her father for being so young. Her father was only twelve when he was the head of the Phantomhive estate, she realizes that he was only two years younger, but Ellie had the same drive as her father did. As a younger girl she did take on her mother's personalities, loving everything fluffy and adorable, but once she hit the age of 13, she straightened up. She had to be the strong and independent child that her father was when he was younger, and she would not smear the Phantomhive name now.<br/><br/>Ellie's hands balled into fists as she thought about the possibility of her fathers murder. She knew these years that her fathers death was no accident or coincidence. It was murder. She could feel it.