Adele did not waste time in heeding the words offered to herself and her mother.  She did watch her mother rise to her heeled feet with an irate scoff.  Her demeanor was always something Adele could not yet fathom, even in the presence of superiors. But even so, she stood alongside her mother and promptly followed Ben when he presented the path towards the back of the house, where a private courtyard was held outside the French doors.<br/><br/>Whilst her scowling mother took a seat and curtly expelled another cigarette from her ornate purse, Adele did not dare to speak out of turn just yet. It was another surprise to her to see further into what the Franchetti home had to offer.  The courtyard in which she gaped at was neatly kept; shrubbery punctually trimmed and flowers unscathed.  The tired expression that had engulfed her features seemed to be rejuvenated by the surrounding beauty.