Brooke, after hours of driving and being on a plane, finally ended up in California. She stepped from one foot to the other excitedly and a bit nervously as she spotted the sign that read B. Barron.
This is it, she thought to herself. Don't ruin everything!
She walked up to the man and stopped awkwardly.
"I... I'm Brooke." She stood as the driver gave her a 'well?' kind of look. Raising a hand, she pointed a shy finger at the sign "That one."
The man seemed to understand now, and reached for her bag. "Terribly sorry. Let's head to the baggage claim."
Brooke watched as her bag was swept away and she walked in the direction of the driver. The rest of her things gathered, she was shown to a black car. The man held to door open for her and she sat in the backseat, never exchanging a word with her escort.
Thirty minutes later he arrived at a large wrought iron fence enclosing a huge house on a gigantic property. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.
"Jesus" she breathed, holding her hand above her mouth as if to cover it.
The man punched in a code at the small box and the gates began to open. The driveway seemed to stretch on forever and the anticipation built up inside her chest as they approached.
"Right this way" The driver said as he held open Brooke's door. "Your arrival has been anticipated greatly."
She wondered why he talked so strangley but didn't question him as she stepped out and was escorted to the large double doors.
Double doors, she thought as she entered them They really do only work with a big house like this. This is suburbia.
With knowledge that she would be greeted soon, the driver left her standing in the extravagant front hallway facing two flights of stairs. It was like something from a damn movie, she thought.
She was interrupted in her observation of the palace she was in by an excited voice coming from thw left side.
"Brooke, I've been waiting for you!"
