Makenna’s POV.

Heaving a deep breath, I lifted my hand and knocked twice on the massive oak doors. Instantly, the doors opened, revealing my parents' butler, Pierce, who had worked in the house since before Mackenzie and I were born.

He gave me a warm smile like he always did and I returned it. Honestly, he was one of the reasons I even bothered to come here at all. The man had always been so kind to me.

“Good evening, Ms Makenna. Welcome.” He said.

I gave him a ...