Just because people like her, the men did not lose their heads; This little sad thought comforted Laurel, but each time, changing her hair, she always tried to be myself. Laurel smiled bleakly. How much can you sort out in mind this ridiculous story! Once her grandmother was of the same opinion regarding the hidden personality own granddaughter. At the thought of it in Laurel's throat tightened and his eyes glistened with tears. Grandmother died, but even from the grave of her old man's hand continued to manipulate the granddaughter of life. Laurel terribly missed her and still was unable to believe that the beloved grandmother could do so badly with her. She tried to forget about this damned provided in the will, but not every day thinking about it was becoming increasingly difficult, especially now that fatal day was fast approaching.