Jules’ P.O.V.
I let myself fall back on the mattress of my new room, which I now called home during my stay at Jenna’s bed and breakfast. I couldn’t help but marvel at the cozy haven she had created here, every detail a testament to her impeccable taste.
The overall theme of the bed and breakfast felt as if you had stepped inside your old grandmother’s house. It had a rustic charm with wooden furnishings and floral patterns. A bouquet of wildflowers adorned the bedside table, their vibrant colors a cheerful welcome. The bed, dressed in white linens, looked like a cloud inviting me to just sink into its embrace, which was probably why I had jumped into bed the first chance I got, once Gran had finally left me because it was game night at ‘The Garden’, and she had told me she really wanted
