Kylie
He drives through the night, heading out of the city with his hand on mine, the huge ring sparkling even now. He leans over and kisses my cheek as we race through the hills and into a locked, gated neighbourhood. He slows down then, crawling through it, passing bigger and bigger private houses, until he stops at a huge iron gate at the end.
“Jesse, what?” I ask, confused. “Where are we?”
He grins, and when the gate swings open, he revs and pulls through. It shuts behind us, and we drive up a winding driveway. Trees line either side with lights shining up through their canopies. We turn into a circular driveway, and he stops before a mansion which is lit up.
To the right is a four-car garage, which is all closed up. To the left, I spot a huge garden, but it’s the house that steal
