Everything Began at Home

My God! Kidnapping! Lord David, single
father and reclusive architect, still couldn't
quite believe he'd done it. He knew the
moment he and his sister entered Laurel
Andrews' home that he needed to hire her
decorator. Imagine his surprise when the
realtor informed him that Laurel, married for
twenty years to Greg, was the decorator, the
house had predominately been done in three
weeks time, and that it was her "hobby." He
should have known.

He had never seen anything like her home or
felt anything like her home. Every room had
a comfort that drew you in and made you feel
at ease as if in slippered feet looking for your
favorite chair. Her home emanated the feel
one gets only from well worn furniture and
yet everything was flawless and only marked
if intended by design. Each room had touches
of nature and as one turned from here to there
a surprise just waited to delight the eye. No
one would be able to recreate the
combination of texture, color and warmth
permeating his senses. He would have done
anything to give his children the home he had
always wanted for them.

Lord David might have turned the plane back
to California if he had known the emotional
pandemonium about to reign over
Whitethorn Castle!