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HALLIE
Monday evening, and almost everyone was happy.
Emmy was happy because she owned Glendoon Hall. Paige was happy because she didn’t own Glendoon Hall. Black looked uncharacteristically pleased with his new distillery, and apparently the old owner had agreed to stay and manage the place for a few years on a comfortable salary, so he was happy too. Fergus would get to do the parts he enjoyed—making the actual whisky—without having to worry about the bank loans he’d been struggling to repay.
Lara was happy because Nick had finally gotten down on one knee and asked her to marry him. On top of a mountain, no less. Nick was ecstatic because she’d—of course—said yes. They hadn’t set a date for the wedding yet, and nobody had dared to break the good news to Bradley. Eloping had been me
