The car decelerated, and I peered between the front seats. That moment in every Cinderella story when the female lead character made her way to the ball couldn’t have been more accurate as a huge wrought-iron gate slowly opened in front of us, flanked by tall stone walls.
The driveway was made of pavers laid out in intricate patterns, and in the distance, past the trees, I could see a few spires reaching up against the twilight sky.
The sense of awe that filled me when I first saw from Atticus’s condo paled compared to the overwhelming feeling that assaulted me. The wealth I knew he had was reinforced as I stared at the looming French-inspired chateau.
There were no words for the mansion that filled my field of view. From the window placements there were at least four floors, with the t
