A five minutes speed driving took us through another long drive up to massive gates. They opened to reveal a security guard who checked our identities. It didn't go unnoticed that he referred to us as Mr. and Mrs. Richardson. It was even more strange when Kevin did not correct him.
We entered another drive down a road aligned with palm trees. The driveway ended at a fountain before dispersing into four paths. One around the side down a roofed area that I led to the garage—that was the route we took—another that allowed us to circle the fountain that would bring us back down the path to the gate and off the premises, second to the last path led down between more trees, and the final path led up to the glistening dark grey and cream-colored mansion with bold black double doors.
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