(THIRD PERSON POV)

The car slowed down after four long hours on the road. The iron gates opened on their own, sliding apart like something from a movie. Hailey looked out of the tinted window, her face unreadable. The road that led to the house was lined with tall oak trees and freshly cut green grass. It screamed money, old and quiet money, not the flashy kind she was used to seeing at city parties.

Marcus turned in the front seat, grinning as usual. “We’re here,” he said ...