Heart Trouble (EDITING)

A New Beginning at the Vadner's Mansion

~ Layla’s POV ~

My head was slightly dizzy from the rushed pace. As soon as I entered my room, I pulled out my suitcase and grabbed piles of shirts and jeans alike that were once neatly folded but now in a catastrophic mess. There was no clue how long I would stay in the house or rather, mansion so I filled the suitcase until it was barely able to hold them all.

I quickly zipped my luggage packed with the clothes, undergarments, and a toothbrush and dragged it out of the house after I made sure all the doors were closed. My keys to the house were tightly tucked in my jean’s pocket while I walked over to the car with my luggage in hand.

“Got everything?” Ryder asked.

“I guess.” I shrugged.

“Get in.” He ordered.

I was unable to say anything else because he was already in the car and starting the engine. Unexpectedly, I was hoping he was going to help me put my things in the car like a normal considerate guy but I guess I was wrong. My heart felt slightly disappointed by the unconcern from Ryder. I hauled the hunky baggage into the trunk and ran to the passenger side to get in.

The engine of the sports car roared and it sped down the the streets bright with sunshine since the sun was at its highest point. The silent drive became something expected now although it was a bit awkward, to my discomfort.

When we finally arrived at the mansion, I felt I could finally breathe easily but it was short-lived, ignoring any of my protests from my oxygen-deprived lungs. We soon stood in front of the overwhelming tall door towering over us. A bazillion gulps could not even calm my nerves a slightest bit. It only made my mouth extremely dry since all my saliva went down my throat.

The sound of the doorbell could be heard even outside. It was not long before a maid came to answer it. I cautiously stepped into the mansion and pulled the suitcase along with me while Ryder walked inside with a carefree demeanor. Seemed as though he walked through the massive entrance more than a thousand times but considering it was his house, that point made no sense whatsoever. There was no time to take it all in before the maid that let us in the house told me that she would guide to my room.

We climbed up the marble staircase to the upper floor where many doors were lined against the wall. The grand diamond, crystal, and glass chandelier emitted enough light to even see the doors. After we were on the upper floor, I could see the long the hallways on either side with more entrances to rooms. The halls were also lit by chandeliers but were not as large and beautiful as the one in the room after the entrance to the mansion.

Painting and potted plants decorated the halls to make the place less empty. Just the art was enough to buy another mansion. Many words could describe the corridor but I just chose the word long. They seemed to never end and capable of getting someone who was unfamiliar to the place, lost.

When we arrived to the room I was going to be staying at, I took a deep breath. Even though it was not as grand and large as Colin’s or Hale’s room, it was still more than good enough for me. It was at least 5 to ten times bigger than my room, what you’d expect from a family that has a trillion dollar salary every year. The amazement put me into a state of shock that I hadn’t even noticed the maid took the baggage from my grasp and began to open and unpack for me.

Hard wooden floors were at our feet although near the cream colored king size bed there was a purple carpet of the most heavenly soft material. White Egyptian cotton sheets bordered with gold covered over the bed. The white matching pillows sat comfortably at one end. Velvet curtains hung on a gold plated pole. Each end ended with a refined carving of lion heads. Light green armchairs were placed beside a small circular glass coffee table.