The carriage rolled smoothly to a complete stop. The horses snorted quietly in the warm afternoon air.
Camilla looked out the small window. They had arrived.
The driver climbed down from his high seat. He opened the carriage door and offered his hand. Camilla took it and stepped gracefully down onto the clean, white stone driveway of the Kennedy estate.
She stood still for a moment, holding the warm, insulated package of soup carefully in her arms. She looked up at the large mansion in front of her.
It was completely different from Damon's cold, military fortress. The Kennedy family home was built with light-colored stones. It had large, beautiful glass windows and elegant white pillars. The gardens were filled with bright, colorful flowers and small water fountains. It looked like a place meant for parties and laughter, not for war and strict rules.
Camilla walked up the wide front steps. The two large front doors were already open.
