Life, Love, and Hayes (Hayes Grier Gay Fanfic)

Chapter 3

I was walking through the airport when I saw a man with a sign that said "Abruzzi" on it. "Only Aunt Georgina..." I said to myself. "Hi, I'm Brady Abruzzi." I say. "Hello Mr. Abruzzi. I am one of Mr. and Mrs. LaDonna's limo drivers and I will be driving you to the LaDonna Estate." He says. "Oh, wow ok." I tell him. "So what should I call you?" I ask him. "Just call me Wesley" he says. "Ok Wesley."

We drove through downtown Charlotte and then made our way to the north side of town. "Well, here we are." Wesley says. We came to these large gates that said "L" on it. There was a large golden sign that said "LaDonna Estate" on it. I knew that we were here. We drove down this long, beautiful driveway. The road made a curve and we came to this large opening and you could see this big, beautiful mansion in the distance. Then we drove back into some trees and the house became hidden again. Then, it opens up again and there is this big, beautiful pond with trees behind it and a swing and chairs and then you see the mansion. It was the biggest, most beautiful house I had ever seen. It looked like something that belonged on a vineyard in southern France or in Tuscany, Italy. It was so beautiful. It had ivy on the front. It also had a guest house in the back part of the estate and a pool house on the left side from the front. It looked like something that belonged in Beverly Hills. "Wow, I could get used to this." I say under my breath.

We pull up to the front of the house. It was about 6:30 in the morning. Aunt Georgina comes out the front door. "Brady, darling. So good to see you." She said in the most prolonged, ridiculous voice. She talked like she was full of money. Like Daisy Buchanan, from The Great Gatsby. "Hey Aunt Georgina! How are you?" I ask. "Oh, darling, I'm great. Gianna is getting back from Milan around seven and your uncle won't be back from Paris until next week. But anyway, we will in roll you at Gianna's school on Monday. But come inside, it's chilly out here." She says.

We walk into the front door and we come into the most beautiful foyer you would ever see. The staircase was, ugh, gigantic and beautiful. It was all polished marble. "Well, I'll show you to your room." she says. We walk up the stairs. "Your room is on the third floor. Now, you don't have to take the stairs everyday, you can just use the elevator." She says. "Wait, you have an elevator??" I say. "But of course darling!" She tells me. "Well, here is your room. I hope you like it. Now, come back down in about an hour so I can take you shopping." Aunt Georgina says sounding exited. "Ok"

The room was huge. I can't even describe it. Even the bathroom was huge. I mean, you could play kick-ball in it. "Wow, I think I'm gonna like it here."