My brother Ethan drove the car while the rest of the cars trailed behind him. Beside him, father sat with his gaze straight ahead on the road.
In the backseat of the car, I sat comfortably. My gaze directed to the scene passing right through the partially opened window of the car.
On the opposite side of the car, Claire gracefully sat while she conversed with grandma who was sitting in between us.
The two women maintained a light conversation as our journey went on while I on the other hand preferred to silently listen to them.
Time passed by and soon enough, the gigantic Crawford Mansion came to view. My heart started to pump wild inside my chest and excitement began to bubble from inside me.
The colossal iron gates automatically opened and the car entered inside. Impatiently, I waited until the car Ethan was driving pulled into a stop right in front of the mansion.
