“We’d like to thank all of you for coming out today to this Memorial Day celebration of our grand opening.”
Xander watched Kennedy where she stood on the front steps, flanked by all her sisters. A red ribbon stretched across the porch, from one rail to the other, and above them hung a sign, shrouded in fabric. The outside of the house looked much the same, with the azaleas in bloom and sunlight glinting off the freshly washed windows. But the inside had undergone a massive transformation over the past couple of months. He knew, as he’d helped with most of it. He was so proud to see how the sisters had come together in support of Kennedy’s vision to make it a reality.
“This house has a long and fascinating history. For many of you here, it was a home for some length of time.”
And indeed,
