Kayla
After lunch with my parents, I returned to the estate feeling strangely nervous.
The closer the car got to the massive gates, the tighter my chest felt. Excitement mixed with disbelief in a way I still hadn’t figured out how to handle.
This place was home now.
The gates slid open smoothly, and the driver pulled into the long circular driveway. Before I could even reach the front steps, Alfred was already opening the door for me.
“Welcome back, Mrs. Blackwood.”
I still wasn’t used to hearing that name attached to me.
“Thanks, Alfred.”
“The movers completed everything earlier today,” he informed me calmly. “Mr. Blackwood had your belongings arranged before noon.”
Of course he did.
“I’ll finish the rest myself,” I said.
“Very well, ma’am. Dinner will be served at seven unless
