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Stepping into Williams mansion next morning was like jumping into the photo album of the past. She was there with Ma for the day because dada, Pa and Sawyer had to go to there offices.
Tulip though came to Bogota a few time in last year but she never went to Williams Mansion. It's been fifteen years since she has last stepped there and every memory that came alive was only a blurry image nothing was clear. She was thankful that Ma was patient as she took all the time to admire, recognize and memorize every tiny detail of the estate. From the flower plants to the every art works present there.
The mansion was nearly spread over six hundred acres. A circular driveway with a we
