Turning Of The Tide By Diana Sander Novel

Turning Of The Tide By Diana Sander Novel Chapter 1 The sky in early autumn was so blue and clear. Without pesky clouds blocking the view, it was not as vibrant and bright but brought a peaceful and calm vibe. Natalie Foster was in a hurry as she drove her best friend Sherri Landor’s limo to the City Hall. As soon as she alighted from the car, she saw a scene that left her speechless. Four luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the City Hall, led by a sports car worth about 20 million dollars. Standing next to it was an eld*rly man with gray hair and a young man, surrounded by a dozen tall men dressed in black suits. “I must have taken the wrong turn. Could it be that I had stumbled into some neighborhood controlled by the mafia?” thought Natalie. She looked around and looked up. She double–checked that she was in the right place, put the key in her jacket pocket, and walked toward the main entrance. “Miss Foster.” The voice carried the weight of time yet remained strong and powerful. When Natalie turned around, she saw the old man next to the luxury car calling out to her. She walked back to the car and politely asked, “Sir. Are you talking to me?” The old man had white hair, a ruddy complexion, and a vigorous spirit. He was standing straight, like he was standing at attention. His eyes were bright, and he exuded an air of dignity that couldn’t be challenged. “Girl. I am a friend of your grandfather. Barron should have told you about me. This is my grandson, Trevon Wilson, the one who will be getting married to you today.” Turning Of The Tide By Diana Sander Novel