The previous years of Alma’s life were glorious.
She was the co-lead singer in a popular band and spent most of her days writing songs on road trips, partying wherever there was music playing and having an awesome time on and off the stage.
No one would believe that she was the daughter of Don Monroe, not just because of how wild she was in public settings but because she was never seen at the mansion and kept her personal life such a secret, even to her band mates.
Alma had created a new image for herself, one that was free from the prestigious Monroe name. She could be anything she wanted to be.
Despite all the mystery surrounding Alma, her music career was quite promising. Her band had the opportunity to perform at one of the biggest music festivals of the year.
They never got to perform, though, because a strange thing happened on the day of the festival: Alma did not show up.
It was like she never existed. No one knew where to look for her because she never lived in one place and no one even considered looking at the Monroes.
Where was Alma? Missing? Lost?
She was safe, in a room at the top of an old watchtower at the Monroe mansion.
Alma stayed there all day and kept to herself in silence, occasionally playing her acoustic guitar (when she was sure no one would hear) but mostly just reading magazines and sticking up posters and cutouts of some pop artist called Charlie Leighs.
The only people who knew where Alma was hiding was her grandmother who frequently checked up on her, Hunter her kid cousin who had an amazing ability to cheer up anyone and the mansion’s dedicated chef who didn’t mind sneaking up to the watchtower to bring Alma something to eat.
As for Alma’s parents, they were so used to Alma not being home that they didn’t even realize that she was living with them.
No one knows exactly why Alma decided to vanish from the world. Perhaps it has something to do with her growing belly.