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always wanted to visit the city that never sleeps, Miss Preston. Never had the chance to though. Maybe someday I will,” he said giving her a wink. “Have a nice rest of your afternoon.”
“I bet you make it there Thomas. You do the same.”
Ashleigh lived on the 30 th floor of the River House in a posh three-bedroom penthouse that had floor to ceiling windows with three terraces that offered panoramic views of the city, one of which over looked the Grand River. Ashleigh loved her penthouse, it was quite the investment, but thanks to her hard work and a guardian angel she was able to afford an incredible lifestyle. Her home was filled with light quartz countertops, rich dark custom cabinets and white ceramic floor tile throughout, aside from the bedrooms and living room where plush carpet covered the floors.
She took her suitcases to her bedroom which was her private retreat—her personal sanctuary. A color scheme of silver pink, dark grey and silver chalice accented the space from accent rugs and pillows to picture frames and décor. Ashleigh had a separate seating area in the master suite with two dove-grey club chairs and a Venetian style mirrored coffee table near the fireplace that faced three large windows with a view of the river. Her most prized possession was the custom California king sized bed that sat upon a dove-grey tailor made tweed frame adorned with studded pewter-finish nail heads that flowed around the matching winged headboard. It’s a pity that Ashleigh has never properly broken in her gorgeous bed. Maybe, someday she would.
After she had unpacked and put some of her laundry in the wash she went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Upon inspection of her fridge and pantry she realized she would need to hit up the market. Taking a chicken breast out of the freezer, she put it in a plastic bag and covered it with some marinade before placing it back in the refrigerator.
She began to make a grocery list: bananas, milk, yogurt, bread, lettuce, San Pellegrino.
Finishing her inventory, Ashleigh grabbed her keys, the faint sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. An eerie shiver washed over her body, and she placed the keys back on the counter. Picking up the phone she decided to have her groceries delivered instead.
Chapter Twelve:
Ashleigh and Emily
“Emily! I’m here,” Ashleigh called as she shut the front door behind her with her foot. The smell of vanilla made Ashleigh’s mouth water. She made her way from the foyer down the hallway and past her guest bathroom to find Emily was baking in the kitchen. Ashleigh grinned, noticing that Emily was whipping up a Blueberry Buckle. Is it odd that someone who hates cooking with a passion loves to bake?
“Should I pour some wine for us?” Ashleigh inquired.
“Of course,” Emily said while scooping the mixture into a large cake pan. “You know where the glasses and the bottle opener are. Go for it.”
Ashleigh opened the wine and the smell of crisp gooseberries and melon cascaded out. Pouring two glasses, she handed one to Emily.
“So, how’s Liam?” Emily inquired after she took a sip of the wine.
“Liam is good.”
Emily looked at Ashleigh sideways and smiled. “Is that all you have to say? Just that Liam is good?”
With a laugh she ignored Emily’s question and just smiled. While Emily finished cleaning up her kitchen, Ashleigh padded to the living room and noticed several photographs scattered on the coffee table.
“Emily, what is all of this on your coffee table? Are you getting ready to start scrap-booking like my Aunt Gloria?” she joked. Ashleigh began fumbling through the photos, noticing a very young Emily in most of the pictures.
“Oh that. No, but close. I want to scan them in to my computer, and then I am going to place the originals in a photo album.”
Even though Emily was still going on about the pictures, Ashleigh’s ears turned off when she
“I bet you make it there Thomas. You do the same.”
Ashleigh lived on the 30 th floor of the River House in a posh three-bedroom penthouse that had floor to ceiling windows with three terraces that offered panoramic views of the city, one of which over looked the Grand River. Ashleigh loved her penthouse, it was quite the investment, but thanks to her hard work and a guardian angel she was able to afford an incredible lifestyle. Her home was filled with light quartz countertops, rich dark custom cabinets and white ceramic floor tile throughout, aside from the bedrooms and living room where plush carpet covered the floors.
She took her suitcases to her bedroom which was her private retreat—her personal sanctuary. A color scheme of silver pink, dark grey and silver chalice accented the space from accent rugs and pillows to picture frames and décor. Ashleigh had a separate seating area in the master suite with two dove-grey club chairs and a Venetian style mirrored coffee table near the fireplace that faced three large windows with a view of the river. Her most prized possession was the custom California king sized bed that sat upon a dove-grey tailor made tweed frame adorned with studded pewter-finish nail heads that flowed around the matching winged headboard. It’s a pity that Ashleigh has never properly broken in her gorgeous bed. Maybe, someday she would.
After she had unpacked and put some of her laundry in the wash she went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Upon inspection of her fridge and pantry she realized she would need to hit up the market. Taking a chicken breast out of the freezer, she put it in a plastic bag and covered it with some marinade before placing it back in the refrigerator.
She began to make a grocery list: bananas, milk, yogurt, bread, lettuce, San Pellegrino.
Finishing her inventory, Ashleigh grabbed her keys, the faint sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. An eerie shiver washed over her body, and she placed the keys back on the counter. Picking up the phone she decided to have her groceries delivered instead.
Chapter Twelve:
Ashleigh and Emily
“Emily! I’m here,” Ashleigh called as she shut the front door behind her with her foot. The smell of vanilla made Ashleigh’s mouth water. She made her way from the foyer down the hallway and past her guest bathroom to find Emily was baking in the kitchen. Ashleigh grinned, noticing that Emily was whipping up a Blueberry Buckle. Is it odd that someone who hates cooking with a passion loves to bake?
“Should I pour some wine for us?” Ashleigh inquired.
“Of course,” Emily said while scooping the mixture into a large cake pan. “You know where the glasses and the bottle opener are. Go for it.”
Ashleigh opened the wine and the smell of crisp gooseberries and melon cascaded out. Pouring two glasses, she handed one to Emily.
“So, how’s Liam?” Emily inquired after she took a sip of the wine.
“Liam is good.”
Emily looked at Ashleigh sideways and smiled. “Is that all you have to say? Just that Liam is good?”
With a laugh she ignored Emily’s question and just smiled. While Emily finished cleaning up her kitchen, Ashleigh padded to the living room and noticed several photographs scattered on the coffee table.
“Emily, what is all of this on your coffee table? Are you getting ready to start scrap-booking like my Aunt Gloria?” she joked. Ashleigh began fumbling through the photos, noticing a very young Emily in most of the pictures.
“Oh that. No, but close. I want to scan them in to my computer, and then I am going to place the originals in a photo album.”
Even though Emily was still going on about the pictures, Ashleigh’s ears turned off when she
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