We walked into Jake’s house. It was the first time I had been here, and I had been worried about the fact I was coming alone, but it didn’t feel awkward, weirdly. It was a gorgeous house. I knew that the group of friends had all built their homes on the lake after Knox and Lilah had got together, and Dan and Indie, too, from what they had told me when we had been chatting over a coffee one time when painting. Wanting their homes all close together with them all being so close, and I have to say I love the idea. It is like a little village of their own, and the views of the lake are gorgeous in the summer. I have spent many a evening in the gardens of my cousin and my sister, overlooking the lake, drinking wine or coffee or hot chocolate with them, chatting away about anything and everythin
