Dog had been Master Leland's nickname. Now that he was successful, naturally, no one dared to call him by it anymore. This did not include some of the elderly members of the Leland clan.
"Ninth Great-Uncle, why have you brought this crowd here to mourn at the crack of dawn?" Cynthia Leland's voice was sharp and resentful. She had changed into a red dress and descended the stairs with a graceful, yet provocative, air.
"Our Leland Ancestral Tomb has been desecrated, and you, a woman, dare to wear something so red? Unfilial girl!" Ninth Great-Uncle glared at Cynthia Leland, his face contorted with anger, his crutch striking the porcelain floor tiles forcefully as he vented his fury.
"Ninth Great-Uncle, what on earth are you talking about?"
Cynthia Leland was furious too. What was wrong with her wearing red? She loved wearing red. Whose business was it if she wore red?
