It was hardly a surprise that the building before him had attracted his brother. Insanity was a perverse connoisseur of grandeur and the concrete magnificence called Casa Amelia fitted under that description should a sane mind beheld its beauty. Despite everything he had heard, it still baffled him that his devious twin could devote himself to destroying it. Insanity was faithful to his name, but when his faith meant sacrificing friendships, Envy was sure his brother would surely have betrayed his faith.<br/><br/>But what had happened had happened. And as it had been since time immemorial whenever he had suffered a misunderstanding, or at least since they were three year old terrors streaking across the neighborhood lawns chasing after the bristling blades of artificial grass, it had befallen upon him to remedy any lingering distaste.<br/><br/>Envy's green eyes held a hint of trepidation, a tremor of inferiority and a flood of admiration. But can a person who commands the patent of such a marvelous dwelling really be as frightening as she seemed inside his over imaginative head?<br/><br/>His legs, in physical state between marshmallow and cotton candy , somehow handled his weight up to the front door and knocked, three quick, timid strikes rapping mercifully against the door. He gulped and set his face. "Calm yourself, Envy! Your state would only be justified if this door is opened by an axe murderer", he admonished himself.<br/><br/>"Greetings. I am Envy, twin of Insanity. The purpose of my wasting your time at this point is to beg for the apology of the Mistress of the household for  my brother's behavior. I  must insist that you allow me to repent for his sins by providing my services and I beg the lady to accepts this rather pathetic apology", he kept repeating under his breath in his befuddled efforts to calm down.<br/>