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.