Chapter 20: A mansion
After what seems like a decade, but was actually just a few hours, the car we''re finally stops. I hadn''t
even realised we had stopped or else I would''ve gotten right out. It was dark, I couldn''t see outside
because of the tinted windows but I heard crickets noisily chirping and in a distance nocturnal animals
scurried about. My eyes were closed and I felt Spencer shaking me violently. I got up and rubbed my
eyes as if I had just woken up. "What?" I said and yawned. Spencer''s face was the first thing I saw
when I opened my eyes and she was up really close to my face. I sat up in the backseat as Spencer
spoke. "We should go inside, it''s reallyte." She said and opened the car door. I followed her, closing
my car door behind me and stared up at the house. "Omg", I gaped and Spencerughs.
Unconsciously I climb the steps leading up to the house where we pass a huge, no ginormous water
fountain. I ask Spencer, who isughing at my expense, what Liam does for a living. "Bill Gates is his
sugar daddy." She said nonchntly in a duh tone. I burst outughing holding my belly, I felt like I
couldn''t breathe. After my momentary outburst I get up off the floor where my feet had crumbled up,
wheezing. "I''m joking", Spencerughs. "He sells cocaine." Iugh again but not as hard like the first
time. Spencer turns serious and states, " Liam owns a few businesses, here and there, hotels,
restaurants, banks. And I wasn''t joking when I said he sells crack." I knew she was joking at thatst
part. By now we had made it to the top of the steps and Spencer opened the door. We stepped inside
and I couldn''t help but marvel at how elegant and immacte the interior of the house, no the mansion,
was: a glistening ss chandelier hung in the ceiling shining over the entire room, I saw a few
paintings hung up on all the walls creating a beautiful picture, flowers and decor, and a few random
furniture that looked really expensive. Liam''s house gave Kylie Jenner a run for her money. A man in a
tuxedo came up to us. His jet ck hair was gelled back, and he had a moustache that looked quite
funny to me. I fought the urge to pull it as he spoke to us in a delicate French ent. While he spoke to
Spencer, I gazed around trying to entertain myself. Soon after Spencer nudged me, a sign that she was
finished talking to the man with the French ent. "That''s our butler, Leonardo." She said pointing to
him as he scurried off to what I guess was the kitchen. "We should go upstairs", Spencer continued. I
wandered to the stairs but Spencer stopped me. "I don''t think you would want to climb five (5) flights of
stairs. Let''s take the elevator." I stood beside Spencer inside the elevator and I could literally hear my
own heart supposedly pumping out of my chest a little louder than than normal. Let''s just say Final
destination has blessed me with an unlimited amount if paranoia. "Are you okay?" Spencer asks
sounding like she''s withholding augh. It''s not that I''ve never been in an elevator before, it''s just that
my fear of dying in an elevator is extremely high at the moment. "You''re going to be okay", Spencer
tries to calm me down because my chest is heaving up and down like a balloon letting out air. I close
my eyes and after what seems like forever I hear the beep of the elevator and run out as soon as the
door opens although I almost slipped and broke my back against the mahogany wood floor. Spencer
finally startsughing but stops as soon as I give her a death re. "I am never going back into an
elevator", I swear, "even if it''s 10 flights. At least I''ll lose some calories and look as hot as Meghan
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Fox." Spencerughs again and I trail behind her as she lead me towards a golden brown door. There
seems to be talkinging from inside, as if alot of people are in there but Spencer doesn''t seem to
mind as she turns the door knob, opening the door. A few unfamiliar faces peer out at us but the weird
thing is that they all appear to be waiting for us. My bestfriend and I.