Chapter 17

ISABELLA'S POV

If I could describe heaven on earth, it was probably what this place was.

I stepped out of the car, my designer shoes sinking slightly into the gravel driveway. I helped Holly out from the other side, and stood straight to admire the structure in front of me.

I had only ever heard about country houses. Never seen one before, and honestly, it was worth all the hype.

It was a grand, imposing structure, that emitted such an aura by merely glancing at it. The exterior of the house was covered with white marbled stones, and they gleamed in the midday sun.

I glanced at my watch. 12pm already? How long did we spend on the road? And how did I not realize?

I examined the side of the house, still rooted in my position. Tall, narrow windows lined up against the sides, giving the house a somewhat somber appearance.

Maxwell and his stupid taste.

I looked around and gasped. The house was seated atop a hill, surrounded by gentle fields and a patch of dense forests. I breathed in t