Vivian
I drifted out of my sleep when the car finally began to slow down. I blinked my eyes open and sat up slightly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and looked out the tinted window.
I wasn't sure if it was real or a dream.
We weren't just pulling up to his house. We were pulling up to a house that looked like a fortress.
Massive, towering iron gates had just opened for us. Two men in dark gear nodded respectfully as our car passed. Beyond the gates lay acres of perfect lawns, ancient oak trees and a long, winding driveway that led up to the most intimidating piece of architecture I had ever seen.
The Allison Estate looked like a modern-day castle. It was a sprawling masterpiece of dark stone, floor-to-ceiling glass, and grand pillars. It practically screamed of old money and power.
