windows with a panoramic view of the
ocean, and pastel greens and blues splashed across various walls,
it was amazing. Breathtaking.
I took it all in as Beau introduced me to his
housekeeper. “This is Mrs. Thorngood. She’ll take care of you and
get you set up in a room.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my
hand.
Mrs. Thorngood was a lady of about
sixty-five, with a friendly bearing, which made me feel right at
home, as she warmly shook my hand. “We’re glad to have you. Follow
me and I’ll give you a tour and show you the room you’ll be staying
in.”
“Sounds awesome.” I was eager to see Beau’s
mansion.
He disappeared while I went on a tour of the
house. I had no idea if I would see him before the next
morning.
The first place Mrs. Thorngood stopped by was
Beau’s office. “This is Mr. Shepard’s study. He uses it quite a
lot, but it’s stacked with books if you want to borrow
something.”
Black bookshelves were built-in along all
four walls, which popped against the light blue paint. A simple
black desk resembling a table sat in the middle of the room, while
a rich cream marble with black diamond inlays ran along the floor,
contrasting with the white coffered ceiling.
I ran my hand along the different books on a
nearby shelf. Titles like Patriot Games , Girl with the
Dragon Tattoo , and A Game of Thrones caught my eye.
Did Beau read for fun now?
I hoped so.
“Come along, dear,” Mrs. Thorngood called as
she stepped out into the hall.
“Yeah, sure.”
She showed me around the rest of the house,
each room more spectacular than the one before. His house had
warmth and color, which was a far cry from the one he grew up in. I
was glad to see him embrace a cozier vibe, even if it was dripping
in sophistication and designed by professionals.
Mrs. Thorngood took me outside to show me the
rest of his property. The grounds were immaculate with an orchard
of trees growing oranges and mangos, while other plant life, such
as palm trees and tropical flowers, popped against the terracotta
color of the Mediterranean style villa.
His property was a good twenty-five acres.
His nearest neighbor was across the cove from where his estate sat,
with the mansion right on the beach. The warm, turquoise water
lapped against the white sand, beckoning me to come play. I was
definitely going to need a bathing suit.
After touring the outside, Mrs. Thorngood led
me upstairs to a spacious bedroom. It was beautiful with a king
sized bed, draped in a canopy of sheer white material hanging off
each of the wrought iron posts. Very romantic.
My room faced the sea. I could definitely get
used to waking up to that gorgeous view each morning. I was
suddenly thrilled with my predicament. I couldn’t ask for more than
a night in paradise.
“The chef is cooking up a nice Mahi Mahi fish
for a late lunch. It will be served in about twenty minutes in the
dining room,” Mrs. Thorngood informed me as she opened up the
window and the sound of the ocean rolled in.
“That sounds delicious.”
“Yes, it is. Mr. Shepard always brings in the
best chefs.”
She bid me good day as I stared at the
beautiful water crashing into the shore. So beautiful.
I didn’t have anything to unpack, so I
wandered into the stunning bathroom, complete with a claw foot tub,
to see if I could freshen up. I found some toiletries like designer
shampoo, conditioner, and soap, but that wasn’t going to cut it. I
was going to have to get some more things for my stay.
My tummy rumbled with hunger, so I wandered
downstairs and found my way into the dining room. It was quite
charming with a Caribbean flavored design fused into the room with
a couple of tropical ceiling fans and a lime green accent wall.
Beau was already there, sitting at the head
of the long, rustic, wooden table as I arrived. He smiled,
welcoming me in. He was acting different. Civil. Nice. I didn’t
know what to think of his friendliness, but I was in too good of a
mood to
ocean, and pastel greens and blues splashed across various walls,
it was amazing. Breathtaking.
I took it all in as Beau introduced me to his
housekeeper. “This is Mrs. Thorngood. She’ll take care of you and
get you set up in a room.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my
hand.
Mrs. Thorngood was a lady of about
sixty-five, with a friendly bearing, which made me feel right at
home, as she warmly shook my hand. “We’re glad to have you. Follow
me and I’ll give you a tour and show you the room you’ll be staying
in.”
“Sounds awesome.” I was eager to see Beau’s
mansion.
He disappeared while I went on a tour of the
house. I had no idea if I would see him before the next
morning.
The first place Mrs. Thorngood stopped by was
Beau’s office. “This is Mr. Shepard’s study. He uses it quite a
lot, but it’s stacked with books if you want to borrow
something.”
Black bookshelves were built-in along all
four walls, which popped against the light blue paint. A simple
black desk resembling a table sat in the middle of the room, while
a rich cream marble with black diamond inlays ran along the floor,
contrasting with the white coffered ceiling.
I ran my hand along the different books on a
nearby shelf. Titles like Patriot Games , Girl with the
Dragon Tattoo , and A Game of Thrones caught my eye.
Did Beau read for fun now?
I hoped so.
“Come along, dear,” Mrs. Thorngood called as
she stepped out into the hall.
“Yeah, sure.”
She showed me around the rest of the house,
each room more spectacular than the one before. His house had
warmth and color, which was a far cry from the one he grew up in. I
was glad to see him embrace a cozier vibe, even if it was dripping
in sophistication and designed by professionals.
Mrs. Thorngood took me outside to show me the
rest of his property. The grounds were immaculate with an orchard
of trees growing oranges and mangos, while other plant life, such
as palm trees and tropical flowers, popped against the terracotta
color of the Mediterranean style villa.
His property was a good twenty-five acres.
His nearest neighbor was across the cove from where his estate sat,
with the mansion right on the beach. The warm, turquoise water
lapped against the white sand, beckoning me to come play. I was
definitely going to need a bathing suit.
After touring the outside, Mrs. Thorngood led
me upstairs to a spacious bedroom. It was beautiful with a king
sized bed, draped in a canopy of sheer white material hanging off
each of the wrought iron posts. Very romantic.
My room faced the sea. I could definitely get
used to waking up to that gorgeous view each morning. I was
suddenly thrilled with my predicament. I couldn’t ask for more than
a night in paradise.
“The chef is cooking up a nice Mahi Mahi fish
for a late lunch. It will be served in about twenty minutes in the
dining room,” Mrs. Thorngood informed me as she opened up the
window and the sound of the ocean rolled in.
“That sounds delicious.”
“Yes, it is. Mr. Shepard always brings in the
best chefs.”
She bid me good day as I stared at the
beautiful water crashing into the shore. So beautiful.
I didn’t have anything to unpack, so I
wandered into the stunning bathroom, complete with a claw foot tub,
to see if I could freshen up. I found some toiletries like designer
shampoo, conditioner, and soap, but that wasn’t going to cut it. I
was going to have to get some more things for my stay.
My tummy rumbled with hunger, so I wandered
downstairs and found my way into the dining room. It was quite
charming with a Caribbean flavored design fused into the room with
a couple of tropical ceiling fans and a lime green accent wall.
Beau was already there, sitting at the head
of the long, rustic, wooden table as I arrived. He smiled,
welcoming me in. He was acting different. Civil. Nice. I didn’t
know what to think of his friendliness, but I was in too good of a
mood to
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