It has been two years since she had been in their city of romance. Stefan wouldn't let her see their city in ruin as it was after the hurricane.
He himself had gone immediately after the hurricane to help out in the hospitals. In fact he had been there, more than in Miami since the wicked storm.
Although a plastic surgeon, he was a fine General-practitioner, and never one to stay away while so many needed help.
Having grown up in the Garden district, he was devastated to find the family home was under water.
It had been built by a relative, also named Stefan, in eighteen ninety-one and had been the home he was raised in.
The fact they couldn't find his Nanny Peaches anywhere and this filled his heart with worry and torment ten fold more than the house did.
Houses can be fixed or replace, loved ones can't.
Peaches had been the closest thing he ever knew as Mother.
She was also the only one that treated him with honesty and compassion. If not for her he would never have known the truth about his mother and Art.
When He turned sixteen, Peaches gave him the knowledge he needed. Finally he knew why their were no photographs of his mother, and why Peaches had kept him as far away from his Uncle Art as humanly possible.
Dominique and he never lived there, in fact she had never seen it. Stefan had left the family behind as soon as legally possible, go to school in Florida.
The only one he kept in touch with was now missing and he hadn't a clue how to find her.
As the owner he had to deal with the matter of the house, and the many displaced people who were a part of it. Handling the Family Business from afar was one thing, but now he had to actually meet up with people,that he detested to think about.
But the Mansion wasn't the cause of the pain, and neither were the staff. There were wonderful memories within those walls and he hoped to find a way to salvage it.