Chapter 94: Pool Party, Part 1

After passing through the wrought iron gate, we drove for a good mile down a paved driveway, either side lined with meticulously manicured trees and shrubs. It was like heading to some place magical, some place I'd only ever read about. When the house finally came into view, my jaw hit my knees. I thought my father's house was big, but it looked like a shack compared to Simon's.

Whereas my father's house was concrete and modern, Simon's was wooden and rustic. Stone-laid pillars supported dark wooden beams, giving the impression of an intricate log cabin - completely out of place in posh Malibu.

Simon pulled around the circular drive, and it was then I noticed the shimmering pond full of colorful fish. I leaned closer to the window and peered out for a better look. Okay, that was really cool.