"You are Jenevieve?"
"Yeah." The woman smiled goofily like an excited child. "Why?"
"I just thought– Never mind." Alexandra shook her head.
She was expecting Jenevieve to be a mere child, but there she stood, with her long blonde hair curled over her shoulders, looking like a grown up woman, even though she was pretty short.
It was true that Alexandra had lost her memories, but she was more than glad that she could still diagnosis a good fashion from a bad one.
Alexandra tried her hardest not to judge the girl, but she definitely could not ignore Jenevieve's weird and awful choice of clothing.
"Um... Why don't you come in?"
"Thanks!" And the girl happily entered.
Alexandra closed the door and was about to lead Jenevieve to the parlor, but it seemed as if she were more familiar with the mansion than what Alexandra thought.
Because she took off her pink coat and started walking through a nearby corridor confidently, as if it were her own home.
"So... What do they call you?" The girl asked with a cute childish voice.
"Lexi!?" Peter's voice rang the hall and the sound of his footsteps came from the direction of the stairs. "I heard the door ringing, so I came out of shower as soon as I– Jenna?"
Peter muttered in disbelief as soon as he sighted Alexandra and Jenevieve.
But when the two turned to face Peter, Alexandra quickly looked down awkwardly, and Jenna's cheeks turned as red as a fresh tomato.
Peter was wearing nothing but a white towel that was wrapped around his lower body, water dripping from his wet hair.
Silence reigned the empty halls of the house again, while Peter stared at Jenevieve in a daze.
"Wh- what are you doing here?" He asked.
"I came to see... um... you." Jenna replied, whispering the last word quietly.
And there came the awkward silent again.
"I'll- I'll go and wake Mrs. Hess, then. Surely she misses you."
"Yeah! Yeah, sure!" Jenevieve nodded her head and pursed her lips together.
"Yeah." Said Peter.
"Okay." Said Jenna.
"Okay." Peter nodded.
"Uh... Do you want me to go?" Alexandra said, saving the awkward moment.
"Wha– no. I'll go myself." So by that, the two girls watched Peter as he calmly walked out of side.
But that calmness didn't last long.
When Peter went upstairs and as soon as he was sure that he couldn't be sighted, he started running toward Mrs. Hess's room.
He didn't even bother to knock. He just rushed inside, out of breath, freaking out.
Mrs. Hess shrieked, jumping off her bed, but falling down onto the floor in the process.
"Bloody hell, Peter! You scared the fucking hell out of me–!"
"–I'm doomed!" Peter cut her off.
"Oh, stop the drama and be a man. Nothing bad could've happened–"
"You're doomed." Said Mrs. Hess, nodding her head.
"What am I supposed to do?" He whisper-yelled.
"Just go and wear something suitable. Me and Alexandra Um would busy her. Go on. Hurry up."
"But what am I supposed to tell her? She said she is here to talk to me."
"Then you will talk to her like the gentleman you are. Now go on. That's my boy."
Mrs. Hess pinched his cheek and nodded her head in the direction of the door.
"Oh, and Peter?" She called as he was about to leave the room.
"Don't forget to use cologne."
"You got it." He smiled after Makayla Hess winked at him and left the room at once.
"Yup. He's doomed." She sighed.