The smell of fresh lemons surrounded the car making the air light as they started to leave the airport.
Darla was seated in the passenger seat while Flinn drives. He changed gear or whatever it is and turning left while trying to start a conversation.
"How was your flight, Ms. Melville?" he turned left again. "Good." she said feeling slightly taken aback as it was the first word she's ever spoken since she arrived New York. She inhaled the lemony scent and continued "besides the snores of the man seated next to me, the flight attendant was nice." They both laughed at that.
"They would like you, Ms. Melville."
"Darla. Please call me Darla, too much decency with the whole Miss plus the last name thing." Flinn chuckled at her bluntness.
"Darla it is. Very well Darla, we're now heading to the Maxwell's as you already know," she nodded as he continued. "can you reach and please take out the envelope from inside the dashboard?" she nodded again taking out a brown envelope.
"Those are the papers you might possibly need and some rules and regulations that you have to be careful about." she mumbled a thanks to him and proceeded to look out the window as the buildings they've passed by starts to get smaller and smaller from the side mirror.
"How far away is it?" she asked while getting a little nervous as the time passes by."Patience Miss Me-- Darla, we're almost there."
Not long after, they reached a house. No, a mansion to be exact. The gate seems endless and behind them sits a neatly landscaped bushes with white flowers. It reminded Darla of Alice in Wonderland to which the queen of hearts painted the white flowers red.
The Bermuda grass carpeted the whole area, stopping at the outside of the gates. A fountain in all it's beauty caught her attention as the water dances together with the lights. There's two gulf cars parked just beside the entrance of the gate.
When they reached the gate, Flinn pushed a button and spoke to the Machine, "It's Benjamin Flinn." and then the tall metal gates opened.
Darla's jaw dropped. She's never seen anything like this before and reminded herself to keep an open mind and expect new things to come.
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Peasant in LOVE
Romance"My beautiful Iza, -1997" Those are the words scribbled behind a photograph. It was a picture of a baby with a pair of bright blue eyes and a dark hair. © Copyright | TheHungryHeart • Miss Terry Hughs 2014 All rights reserved.
