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“Stop,” I tease, feeling the heat rise in my face. But secretly, I’m thrilled by the comparison.
“Never,” he grins, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
As we continue our journey, our conversation flows effortlessly, touching on everything from our favorite movies to the ongoing drought in Southern California. Percival’s knowledge of local issues and his passion for the region only serve to deepen my admiration for him.
As the sun begins its descent toward the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, I realize that this day, these experiences, and the connection I share with Percival Hills are all precious gifts that I will forever cherish. And for the first time in my life, I feel truly alive.
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As the sun sinks lower in the sky, painting the horizon with hues of pink and orange, Percival steers our car off the highway and onto a winding road lined with tall, swaying palm trees. I feel a flutter of excitement rise in my chest as we near our final destination.
“Almost there,” Percival’s lips form the words, his green eyes twinkling with anticipation. “I can’t wait to see your reaction.”
“Is it that impressive?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
“Let’s just say it’s a little taste of home for you,” he replies cryptically, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Moments later, we pull up to an incredible Victorian mansion nestled among lush gardens and towering trees. It takes my breath away. The elegant structure boasts intricate woodwork, delicate stained glass windows, and a striking tower that pierces the sky.
“This is amazing,” I say, unable to hide the awe in my voice. “It reminds me of home.”
“Thought you might like it,” he replies, pleased with my reaction.
We step out of the car, and I take a moment to soak in the beauty of the place. The scent of blooming jasmine fills the air, transporting me back to my childhood days spent exploring grand, historical homes with my parents. Nostalgia washes over me, mingling with a sense of comfort and warmth.
“Thank you,” I say sincerely, my eyes meeting his. “You really didn’t have to go to such lengths, but I appreciate it more than you know.”
“Anything for you, Spencer,” he responds, his gaze genuine and tender.
As we make our way up the stone pathway leading to the entrance, I notice a sign that reads, “The Beaumont.” Intrigued, I look to Percival for an explanation.
“Figured we could use a little history on our trip,” he says with a wink. “Plus, the gardens are perfect for a romantic stroll.”
“Romantic, huh?” I tease, though my heart skips a beat at the thought.
“Hey, I’m just saying,” Percival laughs, his hand brushing against mine as we walk side by side.
Entering the mansion, we’re greeted by the rich aroma of polished wood and antique furniture—a comforting smell that fills me with a sense of belonging. As we explore the art-adorned halls and opulent rooms, our conversation flows easily, delving into topics such as Southern California’s architectural history and the importance of preserving these beautiful landmarks.
“Promise me something,” Percival says suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. His eyes hold a serious intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. “Promise me you’ll always remember this day, the laughter, the connection between us.”
As if I were able to forget all of this. All of him.
“I promise,” I reply solemnly, my heart swelling with emotion.
As night falls and the stars begin to twinkle above us, my chest is filled with gratitude for this incredible journey and the unforgettable moments shared with Percival. And as we stand together in the soft glow of the moonlight, surrounded by the grandeur of the past, I know that the future holds for us both.
Chapter Seventeen
Spencer
TheVictorianmansioncomesinto view again as we wind our way up the cobblestone path, its grandeur making my heart race in anticipation. It’s like something out of a fairy tale, reminding me of my childhood home with its ivy-covered walls and stained-glass windows.
“Spencer, isn’t this place amazing?” Percival beams at me, his excitement contagious.
“Unbelievable,” I sign back to him, my hands dancing with the words. “I never thought I’d be in a place like this.”
As we walk through the heavy wooden doors, the scent of roses and lavender fills the air. The B&B is like an oasis amidst the chaos, a sanctuary where time seems to have stood still.
