Elaine
The beauty of the villa. The old brick stones and terracotta roofs gave away that it was quite old. Older than Grandmother. It had a sparse courtyard, a garden at the visible far end overgrown with flowers and vegetable plants, and an algae-covered fountain. This was even better than our earlier choice.
I relaxed, feeling at peace as Alexander drove through the gated gates, the gravel crunching underneath the weight of the Range Rover SUV. I got down, stretching my legs, before we heard a car coming behind us. It was barely dark, and the headlights were brightly on. Alexander walked in front of me and guarded me protectively as he observed the car coming. It stopped in front of us, and the driver got out.
I frowned at the person in front of me. Fading dyed auburn hair, long slend
