LORENZO ADDICTION

I wasn’t supposed to be here , That’s what I kept telling myself while the black car pulled up to gates taller than my father’s house. I have a wealthy parents but there are nothing compared to my uncle when it comes to wealth. UNCLE LORENZO I hadn’t seen him since I was fifteen but still he sends me birthday gift every year , now I’m nineteen and am so anxious holding a letter from my dad with one word “ He'll take care of you ” I’m so confused but no one wants to give me an explanation. The gate opened without a sound like they’d been waiting . The mansion looks more like a palace from a history book . A man opened the car door for me “Mr De Medici is expecting you miss Holloway ” I followed him through a courtyard where the air smelled like cinder and old money . My shoes clicked too hard on the Mable , I was gripping my gown so tight my knuckles hurt . Then the doors opened And there he was LORENZO DE MEDICI my uncle Thirty six in age Tall in a way that made the room smaller , dark suit, grey eyes that looked right through me like a glass “ IVY ” he said my name