Ophelia
I frowned and rubbed my eyes as I woke up.
"Where are we?" I asked Ethan as I yawned.
"We are reaching in three..two...and one," Ethan said as he took the turn.
I looked in front of me to see the gate open before a beautiful cottage surrounded by trees in the back and a lawn in the front.
I could see the beautiful mountains behind it in the distance covered in snow at the peaks. The front of the cottage looked so cute due to the different coloured flowers blooming in the bushes.
"This is so pretty," I smiled and Ethan nodded.
"You have it really well maintained," I complimented as Ethan took the turn into the driveway.
"Well, the credit goes to dad," Ethan shrugged.
"Me?" James asked surprised.
"Yeah, don't you pay for the maintenance?" Ethan frowned at him through the mirror.
"No. I thought you paid for it," James shook his head and frowned as the car came to a halt.
"No, I do-" Ethan stopped talking as I saw his eyes widen a little.
"Ah..yes. Maybe it goes through the company's bank account. I may have just missed it in the annual reports. Forget it," Ethan said quickly and got out of the car.
All of us got out too and I stretched my arms.
I looked around for a minute, taking in the scenery. I noticed a small trail between the trees on the left side of the cottage, and then turned to look at Ethan.
"What's there?" I asked Ethan pointing to it.
"Oh that's a trail," he said and I rolled my eyes.
"I can see that. What I meant was where does it go?" I asked him.
"It's lead to a small garden," he shrugged.
"Really? Can we go there?" I asked him.
"Yes, but later in the evening," he told me.
"Why?" I asked.
"You'll see," he told me.
I nodded and kept looking at him.
"What?" he frowned.
I rolled my eyes, "The trunk. We need to get our bags out, remember?"
"Here," he gave me the keys.
"What do I do with these?" I frowned.
"You wanted to get the bags out, right?" he frowned.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "And what will you do in the meantime?"
"Nothing. You see, I have always had my servants doing it for me. But, there is no one here so, you can do it," he shrugged.
My jaw dropped to the floor at his audacity.
Casso! Once an asshole always an asshole!
"I am only getting my bag out," I gritted and snatched the keys.
"What? Why?" he scoffed.
"Because I am not your servant!" I yelled and stomped to the trunk.
As I opened the trunk, my eyes fell on James who was looking at a particular place in the lawn intendly.
I smiled as I realised he was probably recalling something.
I heard a chuckle and turned to look at Ethan standing next to me.
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