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forget anything. Then, of course, once that was all done came the tidying up and making sure the house didn’t have smelly trash left in it the whole weekend.
About three hours later, she was finally opening up the email about Georgia’s things. She printed off the list and directions to Will’s house. Eliza was surprised to find out that he lived right there in Bountiful, not too far from her. How was it that she’d never actually seen his house before? There had been plenty of invitations, all mostly business parties and the like, but it’d seem she’d managed to shy away from every single one.
She typed the address to the home on Hidden Ridge Circle into her phone and tucked Georgia’s list into her purse. Then she followed the directions from the email to the bank on Main Street. After speaking with the teller—who Will called earlier—and showing her I.D., she was given a small manila envelope that contained his extra keys.
It took a bit longer than she thought it would to drive up the mountain to his house. Finally, she punched in the key code at the gate and went up the circular driveway, and then slammed on her brakes. Not that she was traveling fast, but—
There honestly were no words for the gorgeous building before her. None. It was the most stunning revival of a Georgian mansion she’d ever seen. In fact, with the color of the brick, multiple stories, and sprawling wings, it felt as though she had traveled to England.
Her heart caught in her throat, and her hands begin to shake. All at once, she felt incredibly overwhelmed and confused—almost as if this was some practical joke and everyone was in on it but her.
As soon as her fingers stopped shaking enough to dial, she called Will.
“Hello?”
She burst out, “What is this? Where am I?”
He seemed concerned. “What’s going on? Are you okay? Are you lost?”
She clutched the keys and slowly got out of her car. “I—I don’t know. I think so. I hope so. I swear, if this is some sort of joke, it’s not funny, Will.”
“Where are you?”
Turning around, she gasped when she saw the amazing views of the city nestled in the valley below her, and the shimmering lake beyond them. It was one of the most breathtaking sights she’d ever seen. “I don’t know. I followed the address you gave me, and now I’m at the top of a mountain at this seriously massive mansion, and I…”
He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s probably a bit much, isn’t it?”
“Shut it. This is yours? Like, really yours ?”
“I wanted something that would last forever. I studied designs for two years and finally decided on that one. With the help of an incredible architect, we created this crazy big dream home.”
“Will?”
“Yeah?”
“I just . . . I don’t know—it’s . . .”
“You hate it, don’t you?”
“What? No! Definitely not. It’s overwhelming, but so, so beautiful. I would’ve never taken you for the Georgian architecture type. The brick, the grand entrance columns, the sculptured window casings—it’s like a home straight from when I visited Britain.”
“Well, that’s what I was going for. Something old worldly that I could transport here.”
She shook her head as her eyes roved over the incredible details all around her. “It’s like something from a fairy tale.”
“Go look inside. You haven’t seen anything yet. And tell me what you think of the kitchen. I know you and your kitchens.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She knew he didn’t mean to make it sound like he wanted her approval of his kitchen, but it certainly came off that way. And not that he’d ever need it. It wasn’t like she’d ever be living here.
As she walked up to the main doors, Will chatted on about the construction and brick and energy-efficient design—all the technical stuff that went into making the house. She let him talk. Her mind was racing so much over the complexity of such a place that she was only half paying attention anyway. The lock
About three hours later, she was finally opening up the email about Georgia’s things. She printed off the list and directions to Will’s house. Eliza was surprised to find out that he lived right there in Bountiful, not too far from her. How was it that she’d never actually seen his house before? There had been plenty of invitations, all mostly business parties and the like, but it’d seem she’d managed to shy away from every single one.
She typed the address to the home on Hidden Ridge Circle into her phone and tucked Georgia’s list into her purse. Then she followed the directions from the email to the bank on Main Street. After speaking with the teller—who Will called earlier—and showing her I.D., she was given a small manila envelope that contained his extra keys.
It took a bit longer than she thought it would to drive up the mountain to his house. Finally, she punched in the key code at the gate and went up the circular driveway, and then slammed on her brakes. Not that she was traveling fast, but—
There honestly were no words for the gorgeous building before her. None. It was the most stunning revival of a Georgian mansion she’d ever seen. In fact, with the color of the brick, multiple stories, and sprawling wings, it felt as though she had traveled to England.
Her heart caught in her throat, and her hands begin to shake. All at once, she felt incredibly overwhelmed and confused—almost as if this was some practical joke and everyone was in on it but her.
As soon as her fingers stopped shaking enough to dial, she called Will.
“Hello?”
She burst out, “What is this? Where am I?”
He seemed concerned. “What’s going on? Are you okay? Are you lost?”
She clutched the keys and slowly got out of her car. “I—I don’t know. I think so. I hope so. I swear, if this is some sort of joke, it’s not funny, Will.”
“Where are you?”
Turning around, she gasped when she saw the amazing views of the city nestled in the valley below her, and the shimmering lake beyond them. It was one of the most breathtaking sights she’d ever seen. “I don’t know. I followed the address you gave me, and now I’m at the top of a mountain at this seriously massive mansion, and I…”
He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s probably a bit much, isn’t it?”
“Shut it. This is yours? Like, really yours ?”
“I wanted something that would last forever. I studied designs for two years and finally decided on that one. With the help of an incredible architect, we created this crazy big dream home.”
“Will?”
“Yeah?”
“I just . . . I don’t know—it’s . . .”
“You hate it, don’t you?”
“What? No! Definitely not. It’s overwhelming, but so, so beautiful. I would’ve never taken you for the Georgian architecture type. The brick, the grand entrance columns, the sculptured window casings—it’s like a home straight from when I visited Britain.”
“Well, that’s what I was going for. Something old worldly that I could transport here.”
She shook her head as her eyes roved over the incredible details all around her. “It’s like something from a fairy tale.”
“Go look inside. You haven’t seen anything yet. And tell me what you think of the kitchen. I know you and your kitchens.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She knew he didn’t mean to make it sound like he wanted her approval of his kitchen, but it certainly came off that way. And not that he’d ever need it. It wasn’t like she’d ever be living here.
As she walked up to the main doors, Will chatted on about the construction and brick and energy-efficient design—all the technical stuff that went into making the house. She let him talk. Her mind was racing so much over the complexity of such a place that she was only half paying attention anyway. The lock
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