"Don't make a fool of yourself."
"I never do," Axel comments.
"I was talking to myself," I mutter, watching as the trees pass bye as the soft pure of the engine calms me down. With my legs shaking and my palms sweaty, I can't help but feel like I've made a deal with the devil. A dinner with the very parents of Axel's that drove me mad. Closing my eyes, I already know where we are: pulling up to the front gate of his parent's estate.
Grabbing ahold of my sanity, I open my eyes, the massive house laying before me as all I can think about is the cost. I've always been impressed with this house and so has the rest of the town. With three stories, a private beach, beautiful architecture, massive windows, a huge arch to the front double door, and made of money, this house is the prize winner
