HORSE REPORTER

part 5

She got out of the car and opened the large gate with a Card giving me access to enter this exuberant place. I entered by car as she closed the gate and got into the car
"Are you ready?" she asked and I nodded eagerly my eyes ran in inventiveness across the greenery scenery that extends along my eyesight
There was a car pass between the large vineyard I couldn't determine its width a floral aroma dominated the ambiance and the predominant scent was similar to Sara's distinct perfume. finally, I arrived to the door
We got out and Sara Opened the antique door , this is my first time to ever see a chateau
"You live here "I asked in awe who can blame me I failed in hiding my exhilaration and she nodded
"Yeah "
"Now I understand why you are hard to satisfy you,look at your house "I promise every filter in my brain broke down I couldn't comprehend or control what was getting out of my mouth
"All that glitter is not Gold Lou "she said in agony.
We entered the house everything was epitome like palaces in movies the chandeliers the portraits and the exorbitant stairs
"WOW, I THOUGHT THESE PLACES WENT OUT OF EXISTENCE this is breathtaking Sara" I said as I watched the ornaments graciously decking out the walls
"Thanks, Louis "with a simple chuckle she said
"Wait do you live here alone ?"I asked astonished and she nodded
"Who takes care of the house and that big yard outside "bewildered I asked I mean if she is almost making her living how is she taking of this big yard she must be having help or something.
"This is how I spend my weekends "
Sara answered
"Stay here I'll prepare the tea for you"
Sara came with a very classic tray with 2 cups of tea
"Here is yours "
The tea had a very unique scent with bergamot oil and another spice that made it distinctly flavoured.
"I feel like I'm in the real version of beauty and the beast "I hissed she smiled.
"I haven't had a guest in years" she said while igniting the fireplace and then she got me cookies tray with cookies.

"How come you? You have this graceful piece of art and you haven't invited your friends over "After my question a smirk was played on her face
"How come you are a golden medalist eyestrain in UK and you haven't done a single interview yet "
"If I answered your question will you answer mine ?"I asked and she nodded
"I fear paparazzi in fact I fear high voices and crowded places "I was reluctant to narrate the story but her small palm was wrapped around my hands in assurance
"Sara ....my childhood wasn't easy my mother left me and left my father they used to scream and fight she threw plates and ....and I feared their voices.
I was just a kid...she took my little sister and left as if she didn't have a son like she abandoned me and my father ....who later got addicted to alcohol and passed away if it weren't for my grandpa I would have been in a Foster care or even worse I would have been in the street she ...she wasn't there when my father died "I narrated my story to Sara who had caring look drawn on her face and said something I wished someone could have said it to me years ago.
"It's gonna be okay "4 simple words made warmth run through my veins. my cold empty broken core was somehow solaced and consoled.I looked deeply into her brown eyes who held nothing but solicitude and genuine kindness that when I felt something moving in my stomach no moving is a very weak word to describe there were fireworks erupting like volcanic rocks..these weren't normal flying butterflies the feeling vibrated my core like seismic waves.

"So little lady narrate your story,"I said changing topic I have only know the lady for few hours yet I'm here pouring my heart out
"Grap your cup of tea and accompany me to the terrace I believe let's have fresh air before my story" she instructed and I nodded I mean why would I lie I wanna see how the terrace was designed. We loitering along with a gigantic Hall and as expected the Italian plaster ornaments were perfectly crafted on the walls of the terrace .imitating the royal Italian style by Mingling the arabesque with the plaster on the side walls gridded details of the renaissance were noticed as well
I didn't realise I was holding my breath until her soft voice vibrated the air molecules making its ways to my soul.
"Uhm I'm Noura Darcy hanks this palace is for my great grandmother who was Royal and married a Businessman from Switzerland my parents were the descendants like this marriage got my grandmother then my father..... perfumes was our family business my mother was the daughter of the partner and this is how my parents met they were childhood bestfriends and they fell in love "she narrated