It was a snowing night, Steve was sitting on his couch by the fireplace reminiscing about the days he spend with his family. He was living in the rented house for thirteen years. The tears were running down his face because he didn't even get a single call from his family since thirteen years. Steve was a stoical person. He moved from Italy to London alone and penniless when he was twenty. No one got on with him because he wanted to be a film director. The pacifying memories with his family were killing him within.

Suddenly, he heard someone knocking at his entrance door. He bend his body to stand up from the couch, walked and opened the door. Astonishingly, Steve saw a girl possessing blue glimmering eyes, fair face and blonde hair. She was wearing a pink velvet dress and a flower hair dress on her head. She had peach coloured dewy lips, beaming giving soothing...