The driver pulled the car to a stop and a doorman rushed to open the door. Isabel stepped out of the car and stared up at the massive stone house in front of her—it made Howard’s estate look small. She stared at the high turrets and towers and realized she was looking at a castle.
“Madam please, come this way,” the doorman said.
She took a deep breath and followed the man down a long cobblestone path lined with flowers into a large, bright courtyard. Roses climbed trellises on each wall of the courtyard, filling the place with a thick sweet smell. She swallowed and wiped her palms on her dress as she passed through the large wooden doors into the house.
Her mind raced, trying to remember everything she knew about the Denmark family. Sarah had told her as much as possible bef
