When I make it to the Anderson estate, I park my motorcycle outside of the north wall so no one can spot it or hear me pull up. Jumping the wall, I make my way up to the house. I’ve only ever seen it from a distance. My family was never invited to any of the charity events or parties that were held here. We didn’t meet a certain standard, so we weren’t allowed inside the gates. Seeing it up close, it looks like a fucking palace, making my Duchess’ nickname all the more ...