86 Welcome Home.

By the time they curved the bend into the driveway, it was almost evening already. Brad had called to inform his grandmother that they were on their way home and, as such no need for her to come up to the airport.

Brad turned around in his seat to look at the expression on Grace's face when he heard her surprised gasp. He smiled at the look of awe on her face as she looked out of the window.

"Beautiful, right?" He asked with a smile in his voice.

"Exquisite," Grace whispered in awe. The scene before her looked like something out of a fantasy romance novel, not that she was going to admit to anyone that she read those anyway.

Before now, she had seen excellent modern houses which had been designed by the best of architects, but none of them had pulled at her heartstrings like the beautiful creamy, cuddly white painted two-story building, which was seated on the large expanse of wild land.