She couldn’t help but feel as though she were nearly parallel to the other road. This one was graded better and she hadn’t been tossed around quite as badly. As she crested the last small hill in the road, she noticed the house. Her breath caught in her lungs as she took in the sight. This was exactly what she thought a huge Georgia estate house would look like. Who was Lydia Morgan? Susan caught a glimpse of the fascinated smile on her mouth in the mirror. Perhaps she hadn’t bid this job quite high enough. She amused herself with the thought. Pulling into the drive, she pulled through the loop in front of the house and parked. Before she even stepped out of the car Lydia was opening the front door and walking toward her. “You found it okay?” Susan smiled as she stood. “I did. I’ve been out this way quite a bit, actually.” Lydia only nodded. “Welcome. Come in. My grandfather is just inside and would love to meet you. Then we can discuss the catering.” Susan pulled her bag from the car and shut the door.
