Damm, I missed him so much, I realize as I gaze at the photograph in my hand.
I pulled myself together and gently lowered the fragile object on the top of the carpet and wiped the tears on my cheeks with the back of my palms.
'Stop crying now. Ace would not want to see that tears in your eyes.' Said a part of my brain and instantly I stopped crying.
Taking a deep breath, I resumed rummaging inside the box in search of other valuables until I came across with a thick sketchbook.
With eyes wide, I eyed the sketchbook with growing curiosity as I settled it on top of my lap. After flipping the cover, the first drawing that came to my view was a colored drawing of me.
A gasp of surprise tear on my lips.
It was the night of the party I was introduced as Beatrix Crawford to the public.
