Looking out through the window of our limousine I began to feel like we were in some sort of old Hollywood glamour movie circling by a powered water fountain to get to the parking area near the house entrance. Calling this whole yard a house felt like a massive understatement. The Beauforts had themselves an estate, an old Victorian era, eightieth century castle they called a home I literally felt so little, like one of those tiny ladybugs that always sit on top of mom's hydrangeas it didn't help that I could already make out the silhouettes of Conrad Senior and Genevieve Beaufort standing over by their entrance in conversation with one of their maids.

The closer the car got the easier it was to see that they looked real, even more real than they'd seemed on the Forbes cover. They stood in power and intimidation exuding the American dream like the wealthy perfect powerful couple they are, ready to receive us their guests.

Clad in their plush designer gear Conrad senior in a Dolce and Gabbana oxblood suit worn casually sans tie and two top buttons undone, rolled up sleeves yet formal enough to show he was all business and tight enough to show off just how fit he had kept himself, his hair was in a neat cut a slight silver at the temples yet full of life. His wife Genevieve shifted from the maid and sashayed closer to her husband gliding so elegantly slow letting the dress do the honors for her It was a long oxblood feather collared piece diamond encrusted too, a haute couture Versace gown auctioned off at last year's annual HIV/AIDS charity gala. Mom had lost the bid to it and I remember how she then felt compelled to bid for a tennis bracelet she didn't even want just to get some sort of ease after losing the bid to none other Genevieve Beauforts. Again.

Dad cleared his throat. Mom slowly shifted closer to him fixing his collar and smoothing out his navy blue tie around his neck, she dusted off the collars of his blazer just to polish him off, and so his esteem was alright. She offered dad a sweet smile as she was fixing her middle parted tight sleeked back hair to look a little more presentable in her own haute couture piece. They both pointed out to us with their eyes to fix our postures. Tess rolled her eyes back and complained a little "Did we all have to wear Prive?" as she fixed her midnight blue strapless number just as the limo was coming to a stop. Mocking my sister I said "Hey! Respect Armani and here" I reached to hand her a wristwatch.

"Thanks makes me feel like a man." She replied admiring it on her wrist, dad groaned "chill dad, it only means it makes me feel like a boss. Patriarchy you're familiar with it aren't you?"

Before dad could put her in her place the limo came to a halt and an old pristinely dressed golden aged butler came to get our doors, just then the Beauforts walked over to us, up close Mr. Beaufort didn't look a day over forty with his equally fervent looking wife strutting steps ahead of him looking ever so beautiful. The magazines didn't do her justice for her beauty. Her eyes were an intimidating dark brown just like the twins and very feline like, Tess had spent years trying to get that look through make up I smiled looking at her knowing she was probably getting star struck she had been waiting for this for a very long time anyway. "Look ahead Liam." She breathed through her teeth and discreetly stole a pinch at my hip right as Genevieve and mom were enveloped in an embrace shared between women trying to outdo the other but trying not to show it. My dad and Mr. Beaufort were exchanging a tight firm looking handshake their faces spread in grins.

"This is the son you talked about?" Mr. Beaufort asked

"I stretched my hand out to meet his handshake which I was certain I would have no problem with better than Tess. I'd been taught how to give professional handshakes at my father's will. "That's Liam; he's roommates with your Conrad." My dad beamed

"And this young lady must be Tess?" Mrs. Beaufort said already shaking hands

Maintaining my business composure and manners just how my uncles and dad had taught me I said "You have a lovely home, thank you for having us." looking between the Beauforts.

Tess added "Truly, thank you. And we brought champagne." She reached back to the limo reaching out for two bottles of Veuve Clicqoute and added "or two" smiling like a model debutante.

I smiled looking between the Beauforts expecting them to grimace or give out a snobby reaction to our gift. The bottles of champagne are anything but lowly or cheap however with an estate like this and a castle for a home it's a given they would have like an entire floor or wing as a wine cellar. A contrast to what I was expecting of them their smiles even grew wider a little happier even and the butler who was near us politely took the bottles off Tess's hands and behind him we followed his steps into the house.

As cold as the exterior outside was the inside was worse boasting gold and white stone walls with large catholic designed candle holders fastened on the walls. The furniture looked out of this world, too immaculate like too expensive to even breathe on very unlike our house where our furniture would hoard newspapers or pens and family portraits to show life even when help was over our house still felt lived in.

The Beauforts were fit for a royal living.

"Mr. Jones may you please escort the children to the west wing?" her voice raspy and proficiently knotted in words Genevieve said before she smiled looking down at Tess and I and said "Conrad and Cordelier are expecting you."