KYLA: Famished yet satiated. Interesting morning over here.
GRETEL: Squee! Details!
KYLA: As soon as I get back to town. *winking emoji*
GRETEL: GIRL
KYLA: Ha! How's my Gramps?
Kyla yelped as Albert slipped behind her and nipped at the back of her neck. She turned around to swat him, but he already retreated to the other side of the kitchen.
His home was more amazing than she ever realized.
As the sun came up over the horizon and they untangled themselves from one another, the beauty of his space became apparent.
Every detail was intentional—from the handcrafted soaking tub in the master bathroom to the imported Italian tile in the kitchen. The colors used throughout the house are calming and cozy, and random pops of color are displayed in what looks like a child's finger-painting canvas.
"Are you sure you don't want me to help you?" She asked him as he loaded the dishwasher. "I feel lazy watching you do all the work."
