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Best. Moment. Ever.
I love him.
Now I am here, and all I’ve wanted is for him to wrap his loving arms around me and tell me he loves me too.
But he’s shut down.
His barbed wire fence is high and trust me, I got the message. Please keep out.
It was kind of fun when Eva, Eden, and Ella all helped me move in. I was nervous and had serious doubts whether our plan would work out but championed through it, even when my nerves kept shimmying, trying to stop me.
Hunter and Fraser assembled a new dresser for me too. I’d like to say it feels like home, but it’s not.
Although Lincoln’s place is very homey compared to my beach house, I still feel alone.
My favorite part of the house is the coal fire in the living room. I can see myself sitting around the oversized white marble fireplace all winter. That’s if I am still here.
The photographs Lincoln showed me all those weeks ago during our first date didn’t do Castleview Cove justice.
The town is stunning, but I have yet to visit the castle or the ice cream shop, and I’m desperate to walk the sweeping beach and the pier with Pom-pom because I was in hiding from Lincoln for a few days, then I jumped straight into work. I’m making that my priority at the weekend.
But what I have seen of Castleview is beautiful and green. Everything is very, very vibrant green and the air is pure and clean. It’s wonderful.
Lincoln lives within his father’s walled estate that appears to go on for miles. Knox even has a custom-built ten-car garage full of supercars he built off to the side of his Victorian nine-bedroom mansion.
The street I now live on is called Cherry Gardens Lane. It couldn’t sound quainter if it tried.
Knox also has a pond full of koi carp which Pom-pom has become fascinated with. He sat on the edge of the grass for twenty minutes yesterday, tipping his head back and forth; it was very cute, and luckily there is thick safety netting to prevent anything going in or out. Perfect for keeping small Pomeranians and children out.
The vast green garden is littered with multicolored plants, secret pathways, and seating areas, and there’s a huge treehouse at the bottom of the garden that Archie and Hamish spend a lot of time in. You can hear their shenanigans and laughter for miles as it echoes around the estate.
Pom-pom is still yet to get used to Coal and Jet, Knox and Eva’s two black Labradors. Pom-pom looks like a mouse in comparison to them both. Coal and Jet are yet to figure out what Pom-pom is; they can’t decide whether to play with him or eat him. Every time Pom-pom barks, which is more like a yelp, they both jump and run away. It was funny yesterday in the garden when Coal almost fell into the pond.
End to end, the whole of the Blacks’ walled estate is picture postcard perfect.
Although it’s supposed to be the end of summer, it’s anything but summer. It feels like winter already and I’m dreading the coming cold. However, I have only ever seen snow a handful of times but in Castleview Cove they get it every year, like clockwork, so that makes me excited. I’ve never built a snowman before. That’s if Lincoln wants me to stay.
When I appeared in the ballroom the other day, it looked like he’d been slapped across the face, and then Knox and I ran off and hid through one of the secret entrances. Knox has had way too much fun planning Operation Violet, which is what he’s been calling it, and I’ve seen a side of Knox that showed his fun side too.
He’s very charismatic. Now I know where Lincoln gets it from.
It’s been fun playing with Lincoln, but now I’m alone in bed again, and I don’t know how I feel.Maybe he truly doesn’t want me.Maybe he doesn’t love me like he said he did.
I can feel the confidence I had coming here slipping a little and it terrifies me.
I live in a perfect new home, within a perfect walled garden estate, have a perfect job with a perfect new family, but it doesn’t feel perfect.
A small tear escapes and I let out an unintentional whimper.
“Can you not sleep?” Lincoln’s deep voice that I so love asks me in the dark.
I quickly wipe my face to hide my emotions. “No.”
“I’ll make us a hot chocolate. Come down to the living room when you’re ready.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
After a few minutes, I make my way down the white wooden stairs. I love Lincoln’s house. It’s warm and modern all at the same time. It has deep charcoal carpeted flooring covering the top floor with a matching colored wooden floor on the bottom floor. It’s much smaller than mine, but he has white wood throughout and a white shaker-style kitchen, making it look bigger than it is.
