Butterfly. No. Make it butterflies. Plural. Not just one of them but she was sure that there are thousands of them fluttering in her stomach as she stands in front of the Walton Mansion, right at the outskirts of Austin, Texas. She was only inside of Clarke’s car as the huge gate, something that reminds her of Buckingham Palace was slowly opened and Clarke even greeted the guard near his post. She smiled. She was glad that Clarke was humble and unlike Matthew, he treated everyone, be it a maid or a cleaner or even a security guard equally. As he drove inside, her eyes were wide open as she gaze at the front yard of the Walton Mansion. It looks like a park. Grand, majestic park like the one in Downton Abbey. Trimmed bushes, roses grew around them, a pond with a gorgeous fountain that has a human sculpture in the middle that reminds her of the one she saw in a museum while on a holiday in Greece with her father back when she was 13. Water fl
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