“We are here, Ms. James,” the driver said to Andy as he stopped the car. Like Mikaela promised, she did let their family driver drive her to the place written in the paper.
“Thank you, Peter. I’ll be quick,” Andy said.
“No, it’s okay, Ms. James, take your time,” he answered happily.
Their trip wasn’t that bad and tiring, they left early in the morning, and it was only almost two hours’ drive from the main town.
Andy beamed widely before getting out of the car. On her left hand was the paper bag containing the box she was about to give to the person her mom asked her to meet.
Andy walked on the wrought-iron double gate. She could see from afar the stately-manorial mansion. It was surrounded by a big garden full of ornamental shrubs—the enormous fountain in the
