CHAPTER 8 Would you rather sleep in the stables or kennel? Ⅱ
Genevieve's POV
An hour later we arrived at the huge gates of a mansion, my eyes widened at the massive mansion before me. The car came to a stop at the driveway.
The stately mansion's expansive grounds, featured a sweeping driveway, well manicured lawns and hedges which exuded an aura of refinement, the mansion's towering columns, intricate stone carvings and regal symmetry all added to its timeless elegance and grandeur.
"Miss we're here," the guard held the car door open as I got down still in awe of the impressive home before me.
I looked up at the house that lay ahead of me, large curtained windows set in solid concrete walls and black tiles on the roof, with stone statues guarding the entrance.
The grandiose design of the mansion radiated wealth, power and status. And the house kind of looked Italian to me.
Just like the person living in it.
"Follow me," the guard said. I followed him immediately.