Just as Victoria was about to leave her room, an average sized paper slipped through the crack of her door. It was a portrait of her mother. Knowing it was one of Sasha's, Victoria smiled and placed it next to the photo of her family. Her mother had only ever brought good memories, so she'd have to somehow get it framed. Now, where to start first, Victoria thought as she left her room. Knowing that she would most likely be spending most of her time in the house from now on, Victoria decided on exploring the exterior first. She quietly hummed to herself as she plotted through the never-ending maze of a house, abstaining from the most common areas in which she could run into Vincent Stark. He hadn't mentioned when they would be required to start their chores, so to give herself a little more free time, she avoided him.
Finally finding a backdoor, Victoria slipped out. Her eyes wandered the entire side of the lot, finding the edge of a field, a greenhouse (which an elderly man was tending to), and a trail that lead into the forest and probably opened up again at the other side of the lot. Living a similar life, Victoria wasn’t too excited about all of the features, though her parents hadn't been a big fan of horses, so that little component she was. Making her way towards the greenhouse, Victoria decided to introduce herself to the elderly man.
“Hello,” she smiled, waiting for the man to turn around. But he didn't. “Hello?” She said again. Was he ignoring her? Or maybe she wasn't speaking loud enough. “Hi there!” she practically shouted, though she was shunned yet again. Moments later, the man finally turned looking surprised as if he hadn’t known she was there. The man simply nodded to her and dug his eyes back into the ground where he was working so intently. Victoria raised a brow just as the man turned again, giving the same expression. The man moved his hands in a strange motion, causing Victoria to finally realize that the man was deaf. In return, Victoria moved her own hand in a simpler gesture as to offer her help. It was really the only thing she knew of sign language after seeing it on television. The man nodded with a grin and began to teach her what he was doing so she could follow.
Sitting in his office, Vincent Stark had his head buried in his hands. "You have to tell her," a woman told him frustratingly. "It isn't fair for me, hell, it isn't fair for her, for you to say you love me and then to just keep silent about it.”
“I know,” Vincent finally spoke, “It’s just so complicated.”
With tears in her eyes, the woman left the room swiftly and entered her own office that she was given when she was hired.