Karl
The sun has barely made its morning ascent into the sky by the time I’m pulling into Ethan’s gravel driveway.
The tudor-style facades of his mansion catch the golden early morning sunlight, and it’s actually quite beautiful. A row of four stained glass windows on the front of the house, each depicting the same tree in a different season, absorb the golden sun and seem to glow with color.
One thing is for sure: Ethan has always had good taste when it comes to his home. I just wish he had the same good taste when it comes to women.
I can’t help but let a sigh out as I pull up the driveway. Maybe it’s a bit earlier than it should be, but after what happened at dinner last night, I felt as though I couldn’t wait.
I’ve driven to his house as my very first task of the day, hoping to
