Elena’s Pov
I stood at the huge iron gates of the mansion on Hawthorne Hill and pressed the buzzer. My hands shook a little because the cab had just dropped me off and driven away.
The place looked like a castle from some old movie, but colder gray stone everywhere and windows that stared down at me. I held my suitcase in one hand and a folder with my resume in the other. The gate clicked open without anyone saying a word.
A woman in a black uniform waited on the steps. She looked about fifty and had her hair in a tight bun. "You must be Elena Rossi," she said and took my suitcase without asking. "I'm Mrs.Hale, head of staff. Follow me."
We walked through a massive door into a hallway that smelled like lemon polish. Everything shone, and the floors were marble. My shoes made loud click
