*Sierra*
The metallic wrought gate with intricate designs and a crest slid open automatically and Dave drove the car slowly up the long and winding cobbled driveway. On either side of the road were well manicured hedges and small trees growing behind a very low brick wall.
The road opened to a large roundabout that had a stone statue of a griffin pointing gate ward. Small paths branched off from the main driveway with signs denoting their destinations. I could make out a few of them. One wooden sign pointed to a path to and was christened chapel, another to a library and the last to a sports hall.
“Welcome to Fleur-de-Lis.”
He pulled up under the custom craftsman style portico with a porte-cochère. The porte-cochère was connected to the entrance of a smaller building that looked like a
