PROLOGUE
Disclaimer: Monica, Andrew, Tess, and Gloria belong to Martha Williamson and CBS productions.
Tess pulled her red Cadillac into a driveway of a huge mansion that was hidden behind the forest green. You would never know that in the midst of all the trees, vines, and plant life that such a quaint building would be standing there. The mansion didn't have much history to it. It was just there, lonely and quiet. Only the animals of the forest visited it. Seeing the angels, a white dove that was perched upon a branch above tagged after the slowing car. It landed on the hood and cooed.
"It looks like a castle in the fairytales," Monica suggested as she and Andrew studied the mansion it in amazement.
"Is it vacant?" Andrew asked his and Monica's supervisor. Tess had a violent smirk on her face. Evidently, she wasn't going to say anything, Monica decided.
"Oh there's someone in there," Tess replied grimly. She wiped a drop of sweat off of her dark skin. It was a hot, summer day and once the convertible had come to a stop, the cool wind had withdrawn.
Andrew ran his fingers threw his short, blond hair and sighed.
"Okay, Tess, what are you up to?" the angel of death asked. He knew that the older angel was planning something.
"Tess?" the Irish angel asked, her soft voice turning into a whine. She shifted around in her place in the passenger's seat to face her supervisor.
Tess carried a mischievous look on her face. Her dark, brown eyes focused on the gears as she shifted into park and shut off the car. The three angels listened intently as the motor died down, leaving only the bird's chirping to break the silence.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Tess asked, stepping out of the car. Monica and Andrew both nodded. "Well, I don't know how much you're going to like this assignment at first," the supervisor began. "I know how much you both hate, just hate reuniting with assignments from the past."
"Tess!" Monica begged, her Irish eyes dazzling with wonder.
"Oh, come on, Tess," Andrew said, his voice filled with excitement. "We really hate them," he started. "We love them."
"Well in that case this won't be so bad," Tess prompted, her voice trailing off. "Oh, all right. Do you two remember Diana Winslow?"
"Of course, Tess, we remember," Monica chirped.
"We worked with her and her family a very long time ago," Andrew pointed out. "She might be dead by now."
"Exactly right," Monica agreed. "So how could we be working with her now?" she asked in her Irish brogue.
"You won't be working with her," the supervisor announced. "You'll be working with her daughter, Elizabeth Winslow Benson." Tess turned her head to look at the mansion.
"You're trying to tell me that her daughter lives in…" Monica stared at the gigantic home. "In there?"
Tess nodded. She saw her angel girl's eyes fill with amazement. This would be an assignment to remember.