(Myra's POV)
Still in disbelief, I entered the vehicle trying not to touch anything. My shocking state was brought back to reality when the driver sat on his seat and said, "Ms. Miracle, are you comfortable? Do you need sothing?"
"Maybe a bottle of water" I spoke ekly. He handed a bottle nad Bl*ng H2O, taking it out from one of the mystery box embedded in the car, 'even the bottle looks exorbitant'. I took a little sip out of it and didn't gulped it down in one go as I didn't wanted to spill even a single drop.
We went off from there on, my mind was still fuzzy.
I looked at the place, as the scenery passed by. The city was bustling with people, elusive cars and more people wearing trendy outfits, after all Kimberg is a tropolitan city very well known for being a ho to multimillionaires and celebrities. After an hour or so, the landscape changed and now we were on a road which was in the middle of a forest. The roads were filled with maple trees on either side, giving it a very serene vibe. 'Ahh, I am already loving this place. The air feels so fresh and comforting, so relaxing.'
The car slowed down as I could see a large black tal gate. The gate opened almost instantly as the guard bowed before the driver in acknowledgent. We went further inside the road. There was utter silence on the way and I could see wooden fence on both side of the roadway. After five minutes went by, a mansion, no, a magnanimous villa stood erect right in front of my very eyes. 'Nora, how co you didn't tell that your family was that damn rich. No, rich is not the word for it. This is f*ck*ng billionaire novel stuff.
The car ca to a halt and the driver got out of it to open the door for . I got of the car, still feeling dizzy, processing the extent of this land and the people living here, it was endless. Now that I am looking at it without any obstruction, this place is humongous. As I can see, there are six floors, the lower half of the building is made up of pristine white walls, red and white rose creepers were adorning the that, giving it a dreamy look. While the above part was all glass. As I was in my own world admiring the gigantic castle analyzing everything ticulously, I was jolted back when a sudden hug ca my way like a thud, the force of that hug pushing back.
"Ohh gosh, you don't know how I have miss you Ra-ra" the lively voice of Nora lted my ears. I hugged her back tightly, trying to hold back the tears, "I missed you too, Nor." After what felt like an eternity, we released each other and before I could start ranting at her low contact, a dashing looking man and a poignant woman ca into my view of line. I imdiately zipped my mouth, 'Manners Myra, let's behave properly.'
"Myra, et my parents. Mom Dad, this Myra Miracle, my best friend" she introduced to two charming people before and I nodded like a obedient and ek child in front of them. "Nice to et you, Ms. Miracle. I am Noah Everest. We have heard a lot about you from our daughter" her supposedly father spoke, extending his hand for a handshake. 'Seriously, they look more like her siblings than her parents. Money really can keep you young.'
"It's nice to et you too, sir ma'am. Nora told a lot about you all" I greeted them back respectfully, shaking his hand in return.
Her mother chid, "My na is Sara Taylor. I am so happy to finally et you."
I smiled at the both of them; they really seed like good people. Nora looks happy with them as well, I am glad.
"Let's not keep our guest standing here, Nora. Take her inside" Noah stated firmly.
"Co Myra" she dragged inside her palace.
As I stepped in, a thought ca to my mind, 'this place is much bigger than what I thought.' The endless ceilings, the aesthetic wall decorations, authentic paintings, art works, everything thing was larger than life, I was certainly intimidated by all that. If Nora would have told that her family is not just rich but filthy rich I would have prepared my weak heart.
Nora made sit on the sofa which looked like it was brand new. I hunched my back, as I sat, feeling overwheld. I have never been to a place that is even ten percent like this. It's going to take a while for it to sink in.
"How have you been Myra? How are uncle and aunt? How is Wendy?" she barged with endless questions.
I replied to her questions one by one and soon it was ti for dinner.
To be Continued . . . . . . . .
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