Evelyn had taken her sweet time showing Andrea around that morning, as well as grilling her with all manner of teases, as was customary of her. She introduced her to places that could be of use, people that she could befriend, among other things; but it was time to the main event. Uncharacteristically enough, she took the long way around to McEwen Lane, wanting to milk every second of torture. Eventually they reached the McCarthy manor, her place of residence, standing tall within the affluent neighborhood.
The sun being high above their heads indicated it was roughly noon. A good thing, as she was getting rather hungry. "Here we are." She declared as they walked past the gates. There was no staff in sight, and nobody at all came to greet them - Alyona was at school, and her husband at work. It all worked out for the best. She slowly made her way up to the front porch, unlocking the door to the house and motioning the woman in.
"By all means, make yourself at home, dear."