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Whitmore Mansion
Winter is finally here and the white thick blanket of snow covers everything. The entire of Newbury street was quiet, I had just bought the biggest Mansion at the end of the street. Its tall white pillars and beautiful landscapes caught my attention, but as a owner of a publishing company, I have exquisite taste in luxury houses and cars. Let’s just say being rich had alot of advantages. Many called me Mr.Whitmore, but to family I’m just Richard Jacob Whitmore.
The house across from us, had the most welcoming neighbour Kelly Williams. She was a curious yet complicated woman. December 4th was a day I'd never forget. We had just arrived in Boston and as we scroll through the thick plush of snow, we began to slowly look around at our new home. While looking around, I noticed Kelly stood at her window as she lurked through the thin curtains, as she watches us entering the most beautiful mansion in the neighbourhood.
My family and I were from Sicily Italy but we spoke and understood English very well . All the neighbours were curious to see who bought the biggest estate in Newbury street. Rumours go around the neighbourhood of the Whitmore family, moving in today. To us its just another house in another big city, the Whitmore mansion.
I pulled up in front the huge iron gates that sealed off the entrance and the artistic iron fence that wraps around the property reflected how safe and secure the house was. I got out from my black Range rover and as I stepped out into the cold snow, I rubbed my hands together to keep warm. I walked towards the gates with the keys to unlock my new home. I turn the key and remove the lock, but somehow I felt like I was being watched.
I drove in the gates with my family and parked in the driveway. It was so cold and as I came out the car I noticed Kelly was making her way towards us. She had a small brown basket that was filled with cookies and cheap champagne that she wanted to give us as a welcoming gift to Newbury street. My twin brother Jimmy Whitmore, exited the car and noticed her as well.
“Hi. I’m Kelly Williams I live across street, welcome to...
The house across from us, had the most welcoming neighbour Kelly Williams. She was a curious yet complicated woman. December 4th was a day I'd never forget. We had just arrived in Boston and as we scroll through the thick plush of snow, we began to slowly look around at our new home. While looking around, I noticed Kelly stood at her window as she lurked through the thin curtains, as she watches us entering the most beautiful mansion in the neighbourhood.
My family and I were from Sicily Italy but we spoke and understood English very well . All the neighbours were curious to see who bought the biggest estate in Newbury street. Rumours go around the neighbourhood of the Whitmore family, moving in today. To us its just another house in another big city, the Whitmore mansion.
I pulled up in front the huge iron gates that sealed off the entrance and the artistic iron fence that wraps around the property reflected how safe and secure the house was. I got out from my black Range rover and as I stepped out into the cold snow, I rubbed my hands together to keep warm. I walked towards the gates with the keys to unlock my new home. I turn the key and remove the lock, but somehow I felt like I was being watched.
I drove in the gates with my family and parked in the driveway. It was so cold and as I came out the car I noticed Kelly was making her way towards us. She had a small brown basket that was filled with cookies and cheap champagne that she wanted to give us as a welcoming gift to Newbury street. My twin brother Jimmy Whitmore, exited the car and noticed her as well.
“Hi. I’m Kelly Williams I live across street, welcome to...
