It was a farewell, perhaps a wish to not meet again. Norah thought to herself, standing at the entrance of her villa, watching his car slowly disappear at the crossroads.

In the sprawling Derek's villa.

"Madeline, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't toss your clothes around like confetti. If you're not up for folding them, let those servants help take care of them. Just look at this chaos!"