Chapter 3The cottage was quirky, with its white wood siding and shutters, stone chimney, and grass-green door. August fell in love with the place instantly.
It felt like an odd contrast to the Gilded Age behemoth that was the Webb home. And, as if Theo Webb could read his mind, he started talking.
“This was the original house. In 1874 the property was purchased by my namesake, my great, great, great—great?—grandfather, and he spent the next several years building the main house for his family.”
“There must have been a lot of them.” Because, yeah, the house was shockingly large.
“Fifteen children, living. I believe.” Theo gave him a crooked smile. “Not that I think it would have mattered. It was an ostentatious display of his wealth. Naming the estate Arachne’s Loom said it all.”
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