The drive to Carter’s parents house in Dural takes just over half an hour. I look out the window in awe at all the beautiful homes we drive by.
Carter pulls his Aston Martin into a property with wrought iron gates and a long wrap around driveway with a fountain in the middle. The house is a white ginormous Hamptons style mansion with perfectly manicured gardens.
There are cars parked all down the driveway but Carter pulls up right out the front and comes around to my side of the car and holds out his hand to help me out of the car.
“My lady.” He bows and kisses the back of my hand. I laugh and smack his upper arm lightly.
He wraps an arm around my waist, his hand moulding to my hip. He leads me up the front stairs and we stand behind a small line of well dressed people waiting to be
