Now that they were engaged, Evan and Gwen worked hard, making the manor home for the two of them. One Saturday afternoon, Evan called for Gwen to come downstairs. She leans across the banister from the third floor of the eight-bedroom house, responding, “I'm coming; give me a minute.” Gwen headed downstairs to see what Evan had wanted. His voice sounded urgent to her, so she came as soon as possible.
Evan stood in one of the last rooms on the first floor, which had been finally renovated, like the rest of the downstairs and second-floor bedrooms. This room had glossy hardwood floors and rejuvenated chandeliers. The glow of a burning fireplace lit up this huge dining hall.
“I hope Ms. Gwen, your new fiancé, will like it,” Jake said, showing him around the room.
“Soon to be my wife in a
