Chapter 27 - Twenty Seven
The carriage slowed to a stop before a high, elegant stone wall, passing through a set of wrought iron gates that opened as they approached. The courtyard beyond was not vast and sprawling like the one at the Carson family mansion, but it was perfectly manicured, with a central fountain and beds of vibrant flowers. The house itself was a beautiful two-story manor built from pale, honey-colored stone, with large windows and dark green ivy climbing one wall.
"It’s so beautiful," Delia whispered to herself as she glanced outside. It was smaller, more intimate than his family’s grand, imposing estate, but every line and detail spoke of quiet, understated luxury. This was not a house meant to impress visitors; it was a home meant to be lived in.
She came down from the carriage, and Aiden followed suit, his earlier fluster completely gone, replaced by his usual professional calm demeanor.
"Welcome to the private residence of His Grace, Milady," he said with a formal bow.
Delia took one more look around, at the peaceful courtyard and the elegant facade of the house. She wouldn’t lie to herself. Boy, was she impressed.
Aiden spoke again, interrupting her sightseeing. "I have several other businesses to attend to, Milady. His Grace is expecting you inside." With that, he gave another crisp bow, entered the carriage he had arrived in, and Mr. Rye drove him out of the courtyard, leaving Delia standing alone.
A strange mix of nervousness and anticipation fluttered in her stomach. She climbed the few stone stairs leading to the heavy, dark wood front door. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the brass knob, before finally turning it and stepping inside.
The interior was just as beautiful as the exterior. The floors were dark, polished wood, the furniture was elegant but comfortable, and the art on the walls was tasteful and modern. But something seemed off. The house was utterly silent. There were no servants bustling about, no maids dusting, no butler waiting to greet her. The grand house was completely, unnervingly empty.
Then, she smelled it. A sweet, savory scent was drifting from a hallway to her left. It smelled of onions, herbs, and something rich and delicious. Her curiosity piqued, she followed the smell down the hall and through an open doorway, which led into a surprisingly large and beautiful kitchen.