Kayla
The drive up to the house felt like it took forever. I stared out the window at the endless green hills and perfect hedges. "Is this still the driveway?" I asked.
"Yes," Damien said, looking straight ahead.
Every bit of land I could see belonged to his family. Finally, we reached the mansion. It was huge and looked like a stone fortress. My jaw dropped. "This is all yours?"
Damien stopped the car and looked at the building. He gave a small smirk. "It belongs to my family. But on paper," he looked at me, his eyes shining, "it’s all mine."
He got out and opened my door. He took my hand and led me inside. The front doors were massive wood with gold handles. Inside, the air smelled like expensive flowers.
The floors were white marble, so shiny they looked like mirrors. A giant cry
