The taxi rolled to a stop in front of the Thompson residence.
The grand estate sat gracefully amid lush gardens, its lawns perfectly trimmed and flowers swaying softly in the breeze.
Thea assisted her grandmother as they climbed out of the taxi.
She settled the fare and wrapped an arm around her grandmother's frail shoulders.
When they reached the driveway, the security guard caught sight of them and smiled in recognition.
A maid opened the door for them as they waited at the entrance.
Her eyes adjusted to the warm lighting, and she took in the lavish interior.
Marble floors gleamed underfoot, and a majestic chandelier hung from the ceiling.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of fresh flowers.
Ryder's mother, Elizabeth Thompson, rushed to greet them with a warm smile.
"Elder Wynn! It's wonderful to see you both," she exclaimed, embracing them warmly.
"Come in, please." With a smile, she guided Thea and her grandmother through the grand foyer of the mansion.
