[color=EAE97D] [center][h1]Roxanne Locksworth[/h1][/center][/color]
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[color=EAE97D] Time:[/color] Morning
[color=EAE97D] Location:[/color] Outside Damien Residence 
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Roxanne was reaching up to a basket under her porch to water some flowers nonchalantly as she enjoyed the sea breeze flowing through her brown hair. The smell of sea salt filled the air and the birds chirped on a beautiful summer morning.  She hummed to herself as she finished and set down the water can. With kind honey-colored eyes and a simple face, she wasn’t one to draw attention…but maybe that was on purpose.

She was situated across the street outside a house across from the Damien Estate, facing the eastern fence as her house was right next to the Vikena Estate. Her gaze slid casually as she moved on to plucking weeds from her yard, bending down and glancing over again with every movement as a carriage rode up to the front of the estate. This was the second visitor the Count would be receiving today in such a short time period. [color=EAE97D][i]Popular today, aren’t you?[/i][/color]

A dark-haired man stepped out of the carriage and she watched with curiosity.[color=EAE97D] [i] Looks just like him.[/i][/color] She stepped closer to the edge of the property and caught the faint sound of singing.

[color=EAE97D][i]What is going on here?[/i][/color]

She decided to take a risk at that moment. Roxanne dropped the weeds and began stealthily moving across the road. Situating herself on the side of Calbert’s fence, she readied her focus to listen. Luckily there were some bushes on Calbert’s property to hide her presence.[/color]