The last month of Sybille’s young life had been undoubtedly the worst. She struggled to remember every morning when she woke up, indeed whenever a thought popped into her mind to tell her parents, that mother and father were gone. Not to mention that black dresses were back for another year. She had so hoped for some color soon. But it seemed such a small thing in the grand scheme of things.

In some attempt to bright their days Ace had brought them shopping. Sybille had meandered the shop as her sisters fawned over fabrics and ribbons. Shopping just wasn’t the same without mother. She would rather hide in the kitchen and make bread or cookies. Bored of staring at black fabrics Sybille wandered over to where Ace stood talking to a lady. As she approached him she smiled shyly at the lady. Who actually addressed her. “It’s nice to meet you.” Sybille replied in a quiet but politeful voice.