Chapter seventeen

Nichole

Drego's mansion was nothing like I expected. There were no giant cobwebs or spooky skeletons. In fact, his home wasn't just neat and beautiful, but was also homely despite the rumor that he never let anyone, not even cleaners in. And after meeting his Nanny, Grace, I saw why.

Grace was a woman in her late fifties. She had a lot of grey hairs mixed in the black, something I didn't expect especially since her sense of style was still impeccable. She was neatly dressed in a fitted black gown that stopped over her knee, and her small feet were hidden in a black two inch heel when we walked in and Drego introduced us.

She barely spoke. Except when she was asking if everything was to my liking.