The executive vans moved smoothly along the winding room, the last rays of sunlight spilling golden lines across the windows. They were getting closer to where the Winslow couple's private residence was.
The villa lay just outside the city, nestled in the serene foothills and shrouded by a cluster of trees. Even though the Winslows lived primarily in Norvonna, the villa remained maintained year-round.
Throughout the ride, Lorianne sat with Mr. and Mrs. Winslow. She chattily recounted her days in the kindergarten to her grandparents. She talked about her friends, her teachers and also which meals they got daily.
"I made a sea witch mask yesterday~ Grandpa, Grandma, you saw my photos at the aquarium, right, right?"
"I like the honey butter chicken the most. Oh! We got caramel pudding today!"
"Grandma, you know what? Becca said her grandma made her a crochet cardigan. Can you do that too?"
