hair fell upon her shoulders in long loose curls. She gave herself a satisfied glance in the mirror, but again felt her anxiety begin to build from within her stomach. She decided to take a walk around the grounds to clear her head.
Luckily, the museum was just a short walk from the hotel and the weather had remained warm. The property was perfect for the design of the building and the six story structure seemed to blend into the nature around it. The entire building was modeled after the forest, and Lizzie recognized many of subtitle ideas that she and Sam had worked into the design. Everything from the roofing material to the color of the glass, blended into the woods around it. Sitting close to the lake, the glass caught reflections from the water and looked even more stunning. The landscaping was natural, and followed the natural hills and curves of the land. At the end of the path was the lake and two long docks. Normally, they were a home for two unkept rowboats, but today they acted as airports as high profile guests and their chartered seaplanes used the lake as a landing strip. Lizzie had driven here and then taken a ferry to the docks. With the party starting shortly, the buzz of the seaplane engines was replaced by a calming quiet.
As Lizzie walked the path, she remembered how much she missed being outdoors. She came to a bend in the path by a carved wooden bench, and took a moment of pause. She felt a chill. This had been the spot where Sam had proposed to her . Why did I come here. I am such an idiot . She felt a sudden feeling of loss as she remembered how happy she had been on that day. She tried to put the thought out of her head as she stared at the building.
Lizzie stood for a long while in thought and began to remember the long arguments she had with Sam over flooring choices and ceiling fixtures. As she looked at the building, she realized that he had won almost every argument they had ever had. She had come here to view the museum, but now she had wondered why she had come at all. She noticed guests beginning to queue at the main entrance and she checked her phone. Her stomach felt weak as she removed the VIP badge from her clutch and walked slowly towards the building.
Maybe I should just go back to the room and crack open that bottle of wine.
"Lizzie!", came a voice from the front of the line.
Lizzie strained her neck to see who had called her name.
"Dr. Fordham!", Lizzie said smiling as she saw a small woman in a black suit coming towards her. Dr. Fordham's grey wiry curls seemed to bounce on her head as she quickly headed in Lizzie's direction.
"My darling, VIPs don't wait in the rear of the line," she winked, grabbing Lizzie's hand and escorting her past a man in a tuxedo collecting tickets.
"Beautiful isn't it?", said Dr. Fordham looking up at the ceiling. The building had been Dr. Fordham's design, and Lizzie had never seen her happier. "See your design there," asked Dr. Fordham pointing to the groups of translucent stained glass leaves that made up the ceiling.
Lizzie smiled broadly. This was her favorite part of the museum, and she felt a sense of pride knowing that a part her had made it into the final design.
"It never gets old dear. It never gets old seeing your work displayed for all to see," said Dr. Fordham with a smile. "And Lizzie Fox, I hear a congratulations is in order," said Dr. Fordham happily while clapping and grabbing two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter.
"Congratulations?", Lizzie asked blankly.
"Oh, you career driven girls are all the same," said Dr. Fordham as she handed Lizzie a glass and winked.
Lizzie stared at her blankly.
After a moment, Dr. Fordham giggled and responded. "On your wedding my dear! I hear you and Sam will be tying the knot." She laced her fingers together and looked at the ceiling. "Just to think this museum brought together two people and kindled their love...it's
Luckily, the museum was just a short walk from the hotel and the weather had remained warm. The property was perfect for the design of the building and the six story structure seemed to blend into the nature around it. The entire building was modeled after the forest, and Lizzie recognized many of subtitle ideas that she and Sam had worked into the design. Everything from the roofing material to the color of the glass, blended into the woods around it. Sitting close to the lake, the glass caught reflections from the water and looked even more stunning. The landscaping was natural, and followed the natural hills and curves of the land. At the end of the path was the lake and two long docks. Normally, they were a home for two unkept rowboats, but today they acted as airports as high profile guests and their chartered seaplanes used the lake as a landing strip. Lizzie had driven here and then taken a ferry to the docks. With the party starting shortly, the buzz of the seaplane engines was replaced by a calming quiet.
As Lizzie walked the path, she remembered how much she missed being outdoors. She came to a bend in the path by a carved wooden bench, and took a moment of pause. She felt a chill. This had been the spot where Sam had proposed to her . Why did I come here. I am such an idiot . She felt a sudden feeling of loss as she remembered how happy she had been on that day. She tried to put the thought out of her head as she stared at the building.
Lizzie stood for a long while in thought and began to remember the long arguments she had with Sam over flooring choices and ceiling fixtures. As she looked at the building, she realized that he had won almost every argument they had ever had. She had come here to view the museum, but now she had wondered why she had come at all. She noticed guests beginning to queue at the main entrance and she checked her phone. Her stomach felt weak as she removed the VIP badge from her clutch and walked slowly towards the building.
Maybe I should just go back to the room and crack open that bottle of wine.
"Lizzie!", came a voice from the front of the line.
Lizzie strained her neck to see who had called her name.
"Dr. Fordham!", Lizzie said smiling as she saw a small woman in a black suit coming towards her. Dr. Fordham's grey wiry curls seemed to bounce on her head as she quickly headed in Lizzie's direction.
"My darling, VIPs don't wait in the rear of the line," she winked, grabbing Lizzie's hand and escorting her past a man in a tuxedo collecting tickets.
"Beautiful isn't it?", said Dr. Fordham looking up at the ceiling. The building had been Dr. Fordham's design, and Lizzie had never seen her happier. "See your design there," asked Dr. Fordham pointing to the groups of translucent stained glass leaves that made up the ceiling.
Lizzie smiled broadly. This was her favorite part of the museum, and she felt a sense of pride knowing that a part her had made it into the final design.
"It never gets old dear. It never gets old seeing your work displayed for all to see," said Dr. Fordham with a smile. "And Lizzie Fox, I hear a congratulations is in order," said Dr. Fordham happily while clapping and grabbing two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter.
"Congratulations?", Lizzie asked blankly.
"Oh, you career driven girls are all the same," said Dr. Fordham as she handed Lizzie a glass and winked.
Lizzie stared at her blankly.
After a moment, Dr. Fordham giggled and responded. "On your wedding my dear! I hear you and Sam will be tying the knot." She laced her fingers together and looked at the ceiling. "Just to think this museum brought together two people and kindled their love...it's
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