If you hadn't noticed, my name is Dana Chandler. Wife to Martin Chandler. Not that I expect you to have a clue who we are.

I met my husband in my younger days. He was nice enough. What really attracked me to him was his wealthy family. Well you didn't think it was his personality did you? As if he had one. Or a brain for that matter. Wouldn't have what we have today if it weren't for my brilliance.

That's right my husband, the genius, couldn't even keep a hold of part of the fortune he would of got from the death of his father. His own father didn't even like him that much either. So all the money went to his brother, David. Honestly should have went after him. He's atleast bettet looking. Oh well didn't go that way now did it, and not for my lack of trying either.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes how I got our fortune back. Well after a dreadful accident, we came to be the Guardians of David Chandler and his wife Constance Chandler's daughter, India. What a wonderful experiance that was. Needless to say I'm not fond of children. It's that whole cute innocence thing, just too icky if you ask me.

So India came to live with us. Wich atleast gave us an allowance to support her very well, with pleanty left to spend on myself of course. We would ship her off to boarding school. Out of sight out of mind kind of thing.

Well she grew up, went to college blah blah blah. Then one day while on travel from hear to there. I really don't know where or what she was doing, we never inquiered. India was in an accident. Heard it was rather bad. Martin actually wanted to report it was her missing. I had to remind him about the money. He almost forgot. With out her in the way the inheritance was ours. And well we haven't seen her since. Good riddins to bad rubbish anyway. She was just a pain in my ass anyhow.

~You know, I was always ment for the good life~