Natalya was staring at the mansion she had inherited...it hadn't seemed so huge and decadent when her great grandmother and Marta were alive... but now, she had to keep the promise she had made to her grand grandmother: she had to take care of the house. Not to mention, she had to take care of herself.
Natalya had never felt so alone in the world...if only Marta had been alive...the both of them would have managed. She would have helped her go on, overcome the grief, grow up... Natalya was only a teen ager after all...if only...but life had chosen differently.