(Sapphire's POV)
Fernandez branched into a long driveway and finally brought the car to a halt.
"Uh…we are here, Ma'am. Wherever this is." He muttered the last part as if he didn't want me to hear or take offense.
I grinned. "Thank you, Fernandez."
He nodded and ran to the backseat to open my door.
I came down and we both just stood there staring at the intimidating white Victorian styled beach house in front of us.
"Uh…Whose house is this, Ma'am?" Fernandez asked, looking around at the environment.
It was a well kept area and all the other beach houses looked pretty clean too.
Some probably had occupants, but that didn't bother me, not like I was going to talk to them or be seen.
"Mine." I answered the bodyguard.
"Ma?"
"It's my house, Fernandez. Well, it actually belonged to my maternal grandmother, but I inherited it from her when she passed." I explained.
"Wow."
Wow, indeed. I had forgotten how magnificent this place was.
"Why are we here, ma?"
