Chapter 38 Not Too Old Memories

• I let out a soft chuckle as we pulled up to the mansion. God, the last time I was here… what a trip. Me, standing on this same driveway, trying to seduce Mr. Thorne. Yep, my life officially turned into a bad romance novel that day. Weirdly, looking back now, it’s almost funny. Almost.
• The gates were just as tall and intimidating as I remembered, the gardens so perfect they looked like they had been photoshopped in real life. And the mansion? Still ridiculously massive, still screaming, I have more money than you’ll ever see in your lifetime. Which, okay, wasn’t exactly true for me—I didn’t grow up broke or anything. I was the daughter of Mr. Wellesley for crying out loud. My family was far from scraping by. But this? This was another level entirely.
• As the car slowed to a stop, I stepped out, craning my neck to take it all in. The sheer size of the place was still kind of overwhelming. And now… this was my home.