MADISON'S P.O.V.
I got down from my plane and I am currently standing in the airport looking for the one who is supposed to pick me up. My aunt said that she will have one of her drivers pick me up because she had to attend to an important meeting. I then saw a man dressed in black suit holding in his hand a card with my name written across it. I quickly walk to him with my luggage. "Um, sir please I am Madison West", I said when I got close to him. "Miss.West please follow me while I help you with your luggage",he said. "Thank you, and please call me Madison", I replied with a smile. He nodded his head and helped me with my luggage. He walked me over to a black range rover and stuffed my luggage in the trunk. He the began to drive for about 45 minutes before he branched to into a posh street filled with mansions on both sides of the broad street. We stopped in front of one beautiful mansion with a black gate it was painted in cream and beige, with palm trees lined up on both sides of their driveway, they also had a big fountain in the middle of a roundabout, a garden and a pool. To be honest the sight was just breath taking. He parked in front of a large front door as maids rushed out and started taking my luggage away as one led me into the mansion. I was greeted with another breath taking sight in the inside. Even though the house I lived in back in California could pass to be a mansion this one was just beautiful. Its inside was painted white and it looked elegant." Miss. West please follow me to your room, by the way I am called Martha", a maid who looked as if she was in her late 30's said with a smile. "Okay, but please call me
Madison", I said and return her polite gesture. I followed her with maids trailing behind us. We then entered a room painted in light purple and black. My bed sheet was great with tiny hints of white in it while the comforters and pillows were black, The tiles were a silver like colour while the door leading to a walk in closet was painted in gold, the door leading to the washroom is black as the tiles are silver with a opaque glass around the shower.All in all the place looked good. I signed and felt all the emotions rush in I miss my home and my parents.
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