CHAPTER 9
Tara fought to keep her mouth closed as the large estate gates swung open at their approach. Zoey had said the Dexingtons were rich, but Tara hadn’t imagined they were that rich.
The wrought-iron gates were the most beautiful she’d ever seen with their intricate leaf design, so detailed it must have taken months to create them. And that was only the beginning. Then there were the stunning manicured gardens—ethereal like something out of a fairytale storybook—surrounding a fountain running from an angel’s water jar into a pool beneath it, and the curved cobblestone driveway, all leading up to the largest mansion she’d ever seen.
A valet took another look at her invitation card and then gave them permission to drive up the sectioned-off circular driveway, which was a different a
