Chapter 147: Her Second Act Begins III

Inside, the house was just as elegant as its exterior. The entrance hall opened into a wide, high-ceilinged foyer with polished marble floors in soft cream and gray tones.

A sweeping staircase curved gently upward to the second floor, its dark wood banister gleaming under the soft light of a crystal chandelier overhead.

The chandelier sparkled with hundreds of tiny lights, casting delicate reflections across the pale walls.To the left, a sitting room with tall windows welcomed natural light, illuminating the plush armchairs and a grand piano set near the corner.

Shelves filled with books, awards, and framed photographs gave the space a lived-in warmth, while a large fireplace added a sense of comfort.

On the right side of the foyer, a formal dining room stood behind double glass doors. A long table stretched down the center, surrounded by cushioned high-back chairs and topped with a simple but elegant centerpiece of fresh flowers.

The walls were adorned with light paintings and soft sconces that offered a golden glow during the evening.

Further back, the kitchen blended modern design with a homely touch. Sleek countertops and stainless steel appliances complemented warm wooden cabinets, while a breakfast nook with a round table sat by the windows overlooking the back garden.

Throughout the home, the atmosphere was peaceful yet full of life. Subtle details, like the scent of lavender in the air, the gentle hum of soft music playing in the background, and the quiet ticking of a decorative clock, made the space feel both luxurious and lived in.

When Wynter first entered the place, she felt warmth radiating from every corner of it.

It was the complete contrast of the cold, modern Scandinavian Mansion of the Morgrave family.

"And, we had it renovated, but it was a simple storage room before, but the location is quite nice for thinking, it was Lenon who suggested this room be given to you," Tiffany said, leading her to another side of the mansion.

Tucked away past a short hallway near the back of the house was a quiet room that felt both apart and connected, like a hidden corner meant for retreat.

The entrance was simple, with a white sliding door that opened into a cozy space with soft wooden floors and large windows framed by light curtains. The room was smaller than the others but had the same elegant touch, clean lines, soft colors, and a sense of calm.

A comfortable armchair sat near the window with a small table beside it, perfect for reading or quiet thinking.

A low bookshelf lined one wall, filled with a mix of novels, old scripts, and sketchbooks. In the center of the room, a low-profile bed with a soft headboard stood neatly made, its cream-colored linens layered with light blankets and gentle cushions.

Above it hung a painting of a sunrise, adding to the room's soft and thoughtful feeling.

Although slightly apart from the main living areas, the room had the same warm lighting, careful design, and gentle scent of lavender that flowed through the house. It felt like a personal corner, meant for rest, reflection, or quiet work, peaceful but never out of place.

Wynter took in a deep breath. This is a room more welcoming than the room she had in the Morgrave Mansion for almost 20 years.

"It's warm," she whispered.

"I'm glad you liked it," Tiffany said with a smile.

But it did not escape her ears the word she had used to describe the place, 'warm'.

"For now, why don't you get yourself acquainted with the place?"

"Thank you," Wynter replied.

"I will tour you more later on," Tiffany added before closing the door.

Tiffany, with Shawn and Dylan, left her on her own, intending to have some refreshments since it was already mid-afternoon.

Wynter was truly grateful.

They specifically chose a room that is considered detached but not separated.

They did not give her a room that was close to their family members' rooms, but they did not make her feel that she was an outsider. It was a treatment meant with care towards someone whom you wished to support but did not wish to feel burdened.

She approached the bookshelf and was moved, seeing so many materials she could use for her writing.

Some were at the beginner level while others were in advanced level.

She extended her hand towards the books and blinked when she noticed that she was trembling.

She couldn't help but chuckle.

All along, she had only thought about getting to her second act, finishing the first act, and then she could think more about what would happen next.

But as if heaven approved of her resilience, it allowed her to actually work with the one person she had dreamt of working with.

Or maybe not work, but to get close and ask questions, and improve. She still could not wrap her mind around it. That she is here and she has more chances of achieving her dreams.

'I am sinful yet to receive this blessing, thank you so much,' she silently prayed.

She never dreamt of it.

With what she had done in the past.

With that kind of sin.

How can she dream of being blessed in this way?

But reality proved her wrong. She can dream.

She can still dream.

The same dream she plans on fulfilling not just for her but for the child that lost its life because of her.

She bit her lower lip, 'Yes, I will surely achieve it for both of us.'

She took a deep breath and sent her partner a message.

'I am here.'

'You don't usually give these kinds of updates. You must be very happy.'

She looked at the mirror near her and found that she was indeed smiling.

'I suppose I am.'

'Good. Now focus on that. Things will become messy, but it is better to grab every opportunity you can.'

'Yes.'

Then the messages were once again deleted.

This is already a new phone and SIM card, but it seems that it has become a habit for that person to delete everything once every conversation is over.