Chapter 9: Final Destination
The cam shook gently as they made their way down the dirt road and into the forest area. Somehow, they had gotten of the main road, winding through a secluded path lined with bushes and slightly hash vegetation.
Abhough initially unnerved, Isabel remained cam. She couldn’t help but wonder why this estate had to be so hidden, so far from civilization. But it wasn’t her place to question things. Her job was to follow–and to take mental notes Stil, she turned on the GPS tracker on her IPhone, just in caso. You could never be son sure.
Eventually, they emerged in front of a large gate. Abigh fence circled the compound, stretching beyond her line of sight from inside the car. By the time they reached the entrance, the gate swing corn astomatically with a quiet, efficient hum, and they drove into the estate sell. They traded down a winding path for a few more minutes before arriving in front of a grandmansion.
The main villa was huge. Its pure white cade platened under the sunlight, and mate gold–painted designs bracing the piles and walls added an air of opulence. Isabel stepped out of the taking in the architectural marvel before her. Her jaw dropped as she admired the grandeur.
who could possibly owns this place? she thought. If this was stated’s property, she had to admit she was impressed. Its house was a sight to behold, with its sheer luxury beckoning her to explore more
Themen started unloading her
page, and despite her growing desire to help, they seemed resolute in providing the full “princess treatment.“: She had no choice but to adapt Alberto, one of her gules, opened the car door for her and led her inside the mansion.
The place was vast, and the living room alone was breathtaking, Gilded turnishings, plush sales, and intricately detailed decor pare the impression of stepping into a palace. Alberto leder up a grand staircase to her room, which opened onto a spacious balcony overlooking the estate. The room itself was far more curious than the one she had slept in the pious night. From the balcony, she could see the full expanse of the estate, a sight so serene almost felt surreal
“well, Miss Babel, I’m afraid this is where my journey ends for now,” Alberto said, checking his watch and clasping his hands together. “I have other matters to attend to,
“Oh, I see,” she replied, masking her slight disappointment. “Well, I’ll be just fine here!
“Yes, indeed you will,” he said with a reassuring smile. “If you need anything, there’s a button by your bed Press it once, and I’ll be notified But if it’s an emergency, tap twice, And remember,” he added, “we have. Afferent definitions of what constitutes an emergency, so please only double–top if it’s truly urgent.”
Histone, though polite, held an unmistakable hint of warming “So, how long do I have to wait for this young master‘? And who is he, exactly?”
Alberto gave a small, enigmatic smile. “You’ll meet him tonight. There’s an event, and you’re expected to accend.”
“Tonight?” Isabel echoed, raising an eyebrow. “would have been nice to get a heads–up.”
“Ah, I see you’re quite perceptive, “he said with a chuckle.
For maybe I’m just a person who likes to know what’s happening,” shemtarted, giving him a playful smile.
“Fer enough,” he responded. “The maids will prepare your dress, and you’ll be assigned to one maid who will handle your immediate needs. If you have any specific requests, Lako them up with her “He stepped outside the door, clapping his hands twice, and a young woman in a maid’s uniform appeared
She had dark brown hair, so rich it almost looked back, and st
intense azure–coloured eyes. Slim but strong, she carried herself with a quiet confidence,
“Good day, Miss Jubel,” she greeted, bowing slightly ‘T’ll be attending to your needs. My name is Irene.”
Hoh, nice to meet you, Inge, “Isabel sand with a smile, exper lo establish sotherappor
“wyll, no. Actually, her name is Sienna now,” Alberto corrected smoothly. “Simma will be your personal maid. For anything you need, you’ll ch out to her dictly. Your driver will pick you up later this evening for dinner. Try to be ready on time–and look your best.” With that, he gave Sienna a light pat on the shoulder before stepping out, leaving Isabel alone with her.
An awkward silence lingered for a moment before bel cleaned her throat, deciding to break the ice. “So, Sienna,” she began, “I’m not big on the whole “Madame thing. I’d really prefer it it we could just talk like trends. I’m not nicely sure what’s going on here, so it’d be nice to have someone I can actually talk to.”
A soft smile appeared on Sienna’s face “As you wish, kabel,” she replied, getting straight to work by arranging label’s things in the wardrobe.
Isabel joined in, happy to help. Slemma had a warm and inviting spirit, though label sensed an underlying alertness in her demeanor Whenever Isabel brought up the “young master,” Sienna’s responses per guarded an unspoken rule–bound her. No one seemed wiling to elaborate on who he was. Everyone acted as though Isabel should already know or that if she didn’t, it was because he didn’t want her to know and that was that.
Before long, evening arrived, and Sienna appeared with a rack of dresses on a wheeled hanger.
“It’s time to get ready for dinner,” she announced.
“Oh, right,” label said, quickly closing her laptop, where she had been jotting down note “So, I guess my own clothes won’t be needed here?”
“Not exactly,” she reped with a slight grin. “But when it comes to events with the young master, he has a preferred style. We wouldn’t want to rule any feathers.”
“Oh, so this young master is some to be red? beltrased.
Simnachuckled softly but didn’t quite meet her gaze. “You could say that. Now, let’s find something perfect for the evening.”
Sienna thoughtfully exiged each dress, finally settling on a stunning red gown with local dealing “This one,” she declared, smiling. “It’s beautiful, Miss Isabel.”
As soon as Sienna made her selection, another mald entered, carrying a variety of jewelry and shoes to match Within minutes, they had transformed habel into what felt like a character straight out of a fairy tale. For a moment she allowed herself to revel in the transformation. She took a few pictures, intending to send them to Vht she’d be jealous, no doubt. Who knew? Maybe Vivi would book a light to ly just to see what habel was up to.
After what fell like an eternity of preparation, shellystepped out, and a sleek black SUV pulled up in front of the mansione escort for the night wasn’t Aberto this time but auther young man who seemed polle but reserved. He proved her with a curt nod and opened the car door, ushering her inside.
As they drove, Isabel caught glimpses of the Sian landscape luminated by the glow of distant lights. The sound of fireworks erupted in the distance, and manic drifted on the cool night air. It sounded like a cavalier coment grew with sach mile, anticipation building at the prospect of experiencing authenticles
Tight, she’d finally get to meet the elusive young mas tem.
