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It was the loveliest of spring days, winter giving way to a sky of featureless blue above the sycamores outside her second-floor windows. Beyond the bay-style glass, the endless sparkling sea hugged the horizon. The faintest breeze stirred the leafy greens of the trees, a breeze that flowed through the open casement and cooled Sabrina's face and hands. It was a breeze that refreshed her and gave her a sense of calm that was sometimes lacking within the presence of a rambunctious seven year old.

She had been in love with the home the moment she had first glimpsed it, the great black iron picket fence surrounding it and safeguarding from threats imagined but never seen. It was a fence that was crafted from true iron and very high, unlike those modern ones of aluminum. She appreciated the attention to detail - it reminded her of Paris. The front steps were marble and the facade featured graceful two-story Corinthian columns that gave the place a grandeur reminiscent of Rome. Sabrina silently referred to the home as her temple.

There was the faint raw fragrance of magnolias blooming on the nearby trees, and a deep perfume of roses in the gallery boxes. Sabrina noted jasmine of such a sweetness that she could very well drift away into an endless slumber as she breathed it in. She rather enjoyed these mini breaks she was able to take from running her gallery in New York, as they were always inspirational in some form or another. She was also at a crossroads and it was her hope a trip would bring clarity to her situation.

Heather's giggles as she played on the lustrous and highly polished heart-pine floor with her dolls in the playroom echoed through the otherwise empty home and Sabrina turned her attention away from the window scene to gaze at her daughter. "Come along, mon chaton," she ruffled Heather's hair, "let's go for a walk."