Chapter 16
Sarah didn’t know whether to breathe in or exhale. They had passed through massive wrought iron gates with an intricate leaf design that had opened of their own accord and had approached the stately brick mansion on a long winding road—hedged on either side by beautiful manicured gardens—that ended in a circular driveway in front of the home. A fountain gurgled at the center of the driveway, spraying water from an angel’s jar into the pool beneath it. The house was breathtaking, and the largest one that Sarah had ever seen.
As Philip stopped the truck at the top of the driveway, a middle-aged man in a crisp suit and bowtie appeared out of nowhere and opened the door for her. “Good evening, miss,” he said.
Sarah looked from him to Phillip. Phillip has a valet at his house? By
