She loved the finer things in life her personal servants trained to the highest of standards and with the strictest of discipline. She could be seen w...th her servants in tow about the mansion grounds wearing little other than hand made chokers. Unlike her beloved husband she loved to show off her ‘pets’ to many a guest.Then came the eldest of two children Simone a lovely little flower, cascading waves of strawberry blonde tresses. She was owner to a deceptively petite frame, though not as. Mom and dad both looked at me and I swallowed hard and smiled at thefire inspector. "I'm Nicole," I said not knowing how to answer the second part of herquestion."You have two very lovely daughters Mr. and Mrs. Carlson," she saidsweetly. "Oh good here comes Red Cross," She said as a white van with ared cross on the door pulled up. I could have just died right there, she had no clue I was a boy, and tomake it worse I could not tell if mom and dad were upset about how I wasdressed. A nice looking. Lord Canterly had clutched his chest and fallen to his knees as she drained all three men dry. They'd fixed him up nice to look like he had died in his sleep. Isabo had inherited everything, rewarding them generously. Among that inheritance was this small, old castle.Isabo had come nearly alone leaving even most of her attendants back at the manor. Only Grayson her father's accountant, had come to assess the property. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the thought of the prudish old man. No. “We could book a penthouse suite on Central Park South.”“The Plaza,” I grinned. “I’ve been lucky to have some of dad’s family living in Long Island, or, last time I visited, using my rich uncle’s Manhattan apartment. All have retired to Florida or moved off to other cities, so I would probably have had to stay in some cheap hotel with shared bathroom. I’ve had friends tell me about those. They didn’t exactly complain, and neither would I, but a suite at the Plaza...” I chuckled.“Maybe not.