Three Months Later
The air was thick with the sound of hammers and the steady hum of progress. It had been three months since Ella and her team broke ground on Lady Beatrice's new home, and things were moving swiftly. The 65 men she'd hired worked like a well-oiled machine, their combined efforts making the once-empty plot of land at the edge of town look more and more like a grand estate with each passing day.
Ella watched from a distance, standing at the edge of the property, her eyes scanning of what would soon be Lady Beatrice's new residence. Though she wasn't involved in the day-to-day physical labor of the build, her presence was often requested to oversee the major milestones. Today, the foundation was fully laid, and the walls were beginning to rise—a testament to the speed and efficiency of her hired team.
"You've done it again, Ella," she whispered to herself, smiling as she admired the progress. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.
While Ella took great satisfaction in watching the noblewoman's dream home come to life, most of her time was spent managing her shop and factory. With business booming on all fronts, she'd become quite the multitasker. Her innovative products, from soaps to face washes, were still flying off the shelves, and her newly expanded production team kept things running smoothly in the factory. But overseeing a large construction project on top of it all was certainly a challenge.
One morning, as she walked the perimeter of the site, clipboard in hand, she bumped into the project's foreman, a burly man named Thom who had become her go-to for updates.
"Everything's on schedule," Thom grunted with a satisfied nod. "These men are a solid crew. We'll have the roof going up in no time."
Ella smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Thom. Lady Beatrice seems excited to move in, and I'd like to keep her happy."
Thom chuckled. "She's getting her money's worth, that's for sure. Can't say I've worked on anything quite this fancy before."
Ella looked back at the rising structure. Lady Beatrice, with her refined tastes, had chosen a European-style design—sleek, elegant, and perfect for her new life. The 8,000-square-foot plot allowed for a spacious layout, but Beatrice had specifically requested a large backyard for entertaining. They were only using about 6,500 square feet for the house itself, leaving plenty of room for the lavish garden she envisioned.
"Lady Beatrice has always known what she wanted," Ella said with a grin. "And I can't blame her for wanting it all. This is her dream house."
In truth, Ella was grateful for the project. It wasn't just about building a home—it was about the opportunity to grow her business. After all, plumbing was her specialty, and the plumbing system in Lady Beatrice's house would be the most advanced in the area, thanks to the well they'd dug early on in the project.
"We struck water pretty fast, didn't we?" Thom remarked, as if reading her thoughts. "That well should keep the house running smoothly."
Ella nodded. "It's a good sign. With the well in place, we can make sure the plumbing works exactly as planned. I've got some ideas for the bathrooms too—Lady Beatrice mentioned she wanted something 'grand.' I'll be designing some custom fixtures."
Thom raised an eyebrow. "You never run out of ideas, do you?"
"Not if I can help it," Ella replied, laughing. "There's always something new to try."
As Ella walked through the nearly completed halls of Lady Beatrice's new house, she couldn't help but remember the conversation they had three months ago when the noblewoman first decided to abandon her plans for a renovation.
"It's just too small," Lady Beatrice had said with a wave of her gloved hand, looking around her old home with a slight frown. "What's the point of fixing up something that will never live up to what I truly want?"
Ella had nodded, already thinking ahead. She had known that Lady Beatrice wasn't someone who settled for less. So, when the noblewoman revealed that she had acquired a large plot of land on the outskirts of town, Ella wasn't surprised at all.
"I want something grand. Something that reflects... well, my status," Lady Beatrice had explained, smiling slightly. "And modern, too. Like your shop—it's unlike anything else here."
That's when Ella had laid out her designs on the small table in Beatrice's parlor. Three large sheets of paper, each showcasing a different architectural style. Ella had taken her time sketching them out, knowing Lady Beatrice would be precise in her selection.
"The Victorian style offers a lot of detail," Ella began, pointing to the elegant turrets and intricate woodwork. "But if you want something more refined, the European style is sleeker—grander without being overbearing." She moved her hand to the second design. "Then there's Colonial, which has a stately feel but may not have the modern edge you're looking for."
Beatrice's eyes had narrowed as she examined the drawings, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of the European style. "This one," she said after a long pause, her voice certain. "It's elegant without trying too hard. And it'll look perfect in that neighborhood."
Ella smiled at the memory as she passed through what was now the main hall of the European-style estate. The tall arched windows, smooth lines, and clean elegance perfectly captured Lady Beatrice's vision. She had been right—the house was indeed grand, yet tasteful. The 8,000-square-foot plot gave them plenty of space to work with, but Ella had suggested using only about 6,500 square feet for the house, leaving a generous backyard for Lady Beatrice to host her famous brunches.
That had been another important conversation from months ago.
"We'll need a large outdoor space," Lady Beatrice had said with a twinkle in her eye, "I host quite a few events, you know. And I'll need a garden—something to impress the other nobles."
Ella had laughed at that. "Of course, we'll make sure you have the most impressive backyard in the area. It'll be perfect for entertaining."
Now, as she watched the workers lay down the final touches on the paved front entrance, Ella could see the vision coming to life. The backyard stretched out beyond the house, vast and green, ready to be transformed into an elegant garden. And the paved front—Ella's idea to add a touch of modernity—was already garnering compliments from nearby nobles who had been curiously watching the progress.
But it wasn't just the design that had been crucial to the project. The very land itself held one of the most important features—a natural water source. Early on, they had struck water in the perfect spot to dig a well, ensuring that the house would have its own private supply for the advanced plumbing system Ella had designed.
"That well will serve them well for generations," Thom had said with a satisfied grunt when they finished digging. "Lady Beatrice's home will be the most self-sufficient one in town."
Ella had agreed. It was all falling into place—just as Lady Beatrice had envisioned, and just as Ella had promised. Now, only a few final touches remained, and the house would be complete.
As Ella stood there, lost in thought, Lady Beatrice appeared beside her, gazing up at the elegant façade of her nearly finished home.
"I never doubted you, Ella," Beatrice said softly, her voice filled with admiration. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined."
Ella smiled, turning to her. "It's been quite the journey, hasn't it? But I think this house suits you perfectly. It's everything you wanted."
"More than that," Beatrice said, her eyes gleaming. "It's a statement. I'll sell my old house, of course. It's too modest for me now."
They both laughed, knowing how true those words were. This house was leagues beyond the old one in terms of size, elegance, and modern convenience.
As the two women stood there, soaking in the sight of the newly built house, Ella couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride. The house was not just a reflection of Lady Beatrice's refined taste but also a testament to Ella's growing expertise and vision. This was only the beginning of what she could achieve in her new business venture.
Lady Beatrice smiled again, almost conspiratorially. "And who knows, Ella... once the other nobles see this, you may have even more work on your hands."
Ella grinned. "Let's just hope they have as good taste as you do."
As Ella stood in front of the nearly completed house, watching the final details come together, her mind drifted back to the early days of construction, specifically the first major task—finding a reliable water source for Lady Beatrice's new home.
She remembered the morning they'd arrived on the plot, still mostly wild and untouched. The noblewoman had been there too, watching eagerly as Ella's team of experts searched for the perfect spot to dig. Thom, one of the builders Ella trusted most, had crouched down in the middle of the lot, feeling the soil between his fingers.
"This land is promising," he'd said, looking up at Ella with confidence. "We'll find good water here, no doubt about it."
Ella had nodded, trusting his expertise. "Let's start with the area toward the back, near the kitchen. It'll be ideal if we can get the well there."
It had taken a few days of careful surveying, but eventually, they struck water. Not just a trickle or a small source—no, this was a proper wellspring, full of clean, fresh water.
Ella could still recall the excitement of the moment when Thom, covered in dirt, had rushed over to her with a broad grin on his face. "We've got it, Ella. Plenty of water, and it's good quality."
She had smiled, feeling a wave of relief. "Perfect. Now we can get the plumbing in place without any worries."
Back in the present, Ella ran her fingers along the stone walls of the house, thinking of how crucial that well had been. It was the heart of the plumbing system she had designed, a far more advanced version than the one she'd installed in her shop. Lady Beatrice's house was much larger, with multiple bathrooms, a grand kitchen, and even a small indoor bathhouse—a luxury few could afford.
Ella had spent countless hours sketching out the plans for the plumbing, making sure every pipe, every faucet, and every drain was perfectly placed to maximize efficiency. She wanted the noblewoman's home to be more than just beautiful; she wanted it to function seamlessly, with modern conveniences that no other house in town could match.
She remembered the moment when Lady Beatrice had inquired about the plumbing during one of her site visits. The noblewoman had been curious but cautious, not entirely sure what to expect.
"Running water throughout the house, you say?" Lady Beatrice had asked, her brow raised in intrigue.
"Yes," Ella had replied confidently. "You'll have water in the kitchen, bathrooms, even in your washrooms. The well we found will supply everything you need. It's going to make everyday tasks much easier for your staff. No more fetching water from outside or worrying about shortages."
Beatrice had been impressed but still skeptical, a small store was one thing but a manor... "And it'll work without any trouble?"
"Of course," Ella had assured her. "I've already implemented a similar system in my shop, but this one... this is even more sophisticated. Your house will be the first of its kind."
That conversation had stuck with Ella, especially now as she stood here, looking at the very structure that would soon house all the innovations she'd poured her heart into. The thought of multiple bathrooms, each with its own flushing toilet and running water, was still a novelty in this world. But thanks to the well they'd dug and the system she'd designed, it would become a reality for Lady Beatrice's new home.
Ella smiled, thinking of all the long nights she'd spent refining the designs. There had been moments when she doubted it would come together as smoothly as she hoped, but seeing the progress now, she felt proud. The well had been the first step, but it was her plumbing expertise that truly made this house stand out.
Lady Beatrice's home was going to be more than just a statement of wealth and power. It would be a modern marvel, a home where everyday life would be easier, more comfortable, and—most importantly—a reflection of Ella's innovative mind.
As the final stone was laid, Ella stood back, taking in the sight of the completed mansion. The European-style estate, with its grand arches and elegant columns, towered above the lush landscape. It was a striking mix of old-world charm and modern innovation, a testament to her team's hard work over the past three months.
The house was everything Lady Beatrice had imagined—a perfect blend of sophistication and cutting-edge design. The elegant facade boasted large windows that invited light into the spacious rooms, while the slate roof and intricate stonework gave it the kind of stately presence that made it fit seamlessly into the noble neighborhood.
Ella walked through the front garden, where her team had just finished paving the walkway. She paused to admire the fine detailing of the front entrance. The door was solid oak, adorned with brass handles, and it opened to reveal a grand foyer that led into an expansive living area. Every room was connected to the revolutionary plumbing system Ella had spent countless hours perfecting.
Just as she was adjusting a decorative vase on one of the side tables, she heard the sound of footsteps. Lady Beatrice had arrived.
The noblewoman stepped inside, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the finished home. She wore a flowing silk gown, her movements graceful as always, but today there was a rare excitement in her expression. Her gaze swept across the high ceilings, the polished wood floors, and the gleaming fixtures.
"It's... beyond anything I could have imagined," Lady Beatrice said softly, her voice filled with awe.
Ella smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment swell in her chest. "I'm glad you're pleased, my lady. We worked hard to ensure every detail was perfect."
Lady Beatrice turned to her, her eyes sparkling. "Pleased? I'm overjoyed! This house... it's a marvel. The design, the functionality, the luxury of it all. You've outdone yourself, Ella."
Ella gave a modest shrug, but the pride in her eyes was undeniable. "It was a team effort. The builders, the craftsmen—everyone poured their skills into this project. I just oversaw it."
"Nonsense," Lady Beatrice replied, waving a hand. "Without your vision, this would have been just another house. You've created something extraordinary. I must admit, I was hesitant about the plumbing at first, but now... it's remarkable. Running water, multiple bathrooms... I never have to worry about the servants fetching buckets again."
Ella chuckled. "That was the goal, my lady. Convenience and comfort, all wrapped up in beauty."
As they walked through the mansion together, Lady Beatrice inspected every room with meticulous care, commenting on the thoughtful touches Ella had included—from the airy, spacious kitchen to the luxurious bathrooms with their gleaming sinks and smooth, porcelain tubs. The house felt modern yet timeless, a true reflection of Lady Beatrice's refined tastes.
By the time they reached the large backyard—where the noblewoman planned to host grand brunches and garden parties—Lady Beatrice could no longer contain her enthusiasm.
"This is everything I wanted and more," she declared, turning to face Ella and the team of builders who had gathered outside. "You've created something magical. I cannot thank you enough."
Ella's team, standing off to the side, exchanged proud glances. Thom, the head builder, stepped forward, tipping his cap. "We're glad to have been part of it, my lady. It's been an honor."
Lady Beatrice smiled warmly. "And you'll be well-compensated for your efforts. The agreed-upon 350 gold pieces, of course, but—" She paused dramatically, looking at Ella and the men. "I've decided to add a little something extra. Seventy more gold pieces, to be split among you all. Consider it a gesture of my deepest appreciation for the work you've done."
A murmur of surprise rippled through the group. Seventy gold pieces was a fortune—more than they ever expected. Thom's eyes widened, and he stammered, "That's... incredibly generous, my lady."
Ella, too, was taken aback. She'd expected gratitude, but this was beyond generous. "Thank you, my lady," Ella said with a bow. "We're honored by your kindness."
Lady Beatrice smiled, a satisfied gleam in her eyes. "You deserve it. And mark my words—this house will be the envy of every noble in town. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if your services are in even higher demand soon."
Ella nodded, knowing that Lady Beatrice's words were already proving true. The nearby nobles had been eyeing the construction site for months, curious about the grand building rising on the outskirts of town. Now that it was complete, Ella was certain more requests would come flooding in.
As she stood there, watching Lady Beatrice walk through her new home with a look of contentment on her face, Ella couldn't help but feel the weight of what she had accomplished. It wasn't just about the house—it was about pushing the boundaries of what people thought was possible. This was only the beginning.
As Ella stood outside the newly completed mansion, she couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had led her here. The noblewoman's home was a grand, imposing structure, far more luxurious than anything Ella had ever envisioned building. At 6,500 square feet, it dwarfed her own modest shop and living quarters. It had taken 350 gold pieces to complete the project—a price that some might consider steep—but Ella knew the cost was justified. The scale, the quality of materials, the advanced plumbing system, and the prime location in the noble district all contributed to the value.
Walking through the now-finished garden with its freshly paved path, Ella allowed herself a moment of quiet pride. The noblewoman, Lady Beatrice, had requested nothing less than perfection, and Ella's team had delivered. This wasn't just a house; it was a statement. The European-style architecture, the elegant columns and arches, and the refined finishes were all testaments to the craftsmanship and planning that had gone into every inch of the home.
As Ella adjusted a flower pot near the entrance, Lady Beatrice emerged from the house, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She moved with an air of confidence that only a noblewoman accustomed to luxury could possess, and her gaze lingered on the house with obvious pride.
"Miss Ella, this house is beyond what I could have imagined," Lady Beatrice said, her voice soft but filled with awe. "It's not just a place to live—it's a work of art. Worth every single coin."
Ella smiled, modest but inwardly thrilled. "I'm glad you think so, Lady Beatrice. We aimed to create something that matched your vision and lifestyle."
The noblewoman nodded, glancing at the sprawling mansion again. "I must admit, when I first heard the cost—350 gold pieces—it sounded like a small fortune. But now that I see the results..." She paused, giving Ella a look of approval. "It's clear that the quality and the care that went into this home make it worth every piece of gold. I wouldn't settle for anything less."
Ella had thought about that too. The cost was high, but so was the demand for something this grand and innovative. Comparing it to her own 30x20 foot shop and residence, which had cost a fraction of this, made her realize how far she'd come. Her little project of selling soaps and candles had expanded into something she could never have anticipated—building homes for nobles.
"It's quite different from my own place, that's for sure," Ella said with a small chuckle, nodding toward the mansion. "But considering the size of the plot, the neighborhood, and the work that went into making this house so modern, it's a fair price. And with the plumbing system, I can guarantee it'll be one of the most comfortable homes in town."
Lady Beatrice smiled. "You've given me more than just comfort—you've given me something that no other noble has yet. I imagine once word spreads, you'll have more orders than you can handle."
Ella looked down, thinking about the endless possibilities ahead. "I suppose that's a good problem to have."
As the two women stood together, the afternoon light casting a golden glow over the estate, Ella couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. Not long ago, she had been an outsider in this world of nobility, a commoner who was more comfortable tinkering in a workshop than speaking to people like Lady Beatrice. But now, with a thriving business, she had earned their respect and their trust.
"Your reputation is only going to grow, Miss Ella," Lady Beatrice added. "With homes like this, you'll soon be building for the highest circles of society. I wouldn't be surprised if the entire noble district came knocking on your door."
Ella nodded, trying to suppress the rush of excitement she felt at the thought. "That would certainly be something," she replied, her mind already buzzing with ideas for the future.
But despite the success, Ella remained grounded. She thought about how each step of this journey had been built on her ability to innovate and adapt. From her shop's humble beginnings to designing homes, her skills had evolved in ways she hadn't expected. She was proud of what she had accomplished, but even more, she was proud of what lay ahead. There were still so many things to build, so many ideas to bring to life.
As they wrapped up their conversation, Lady Beatrice gave one last nod of approval. "I'll be recommending you to everyone I know, Miss Ella. And thank you, again, for bringing my vision to life."
"It was my pleasure," Ella responded, grateful for the opportunity and the trust Lady Beatrice had placed in her.
With that, Lady Beatrice made her way back inside her new home, leaving Ella to stand there for a few more moments. She looked around at the land, the house, the workers packing up for the day. It wasn't just about the gold, though that was certainly helpful—Ella had already earned far more than she ever dreamed she would. It was about the fact that she had made something with her hands, her mind, and her passion.
"Who knew all of this would come from a little plumbing system," Ella mused to herself, her lips curling into a smile.
With her head full of future plans, she turned and walked back toward the shop. There was still much to do, and Ella had no intention of slowing down.
A week after Lady Beatrice's new house was completed, the grand structure stood like a beacon in the noble district, attracting curious stares and whispers from the surrounding estates. The nobles who lived nearby couldn't help but marvel at its elegant European architecture, the modern plumbing system, and the air of luxury it exuded. Word spread quickly about the house, and soon the entire district was abuzz with talk of this new marvel that had sprung up seemingly overnight.
One morning, as Ella busied herself in her shop, an older gentleman dressed in fine velvet entered. He carried himself with the air of someone used to having things his way, and his eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Good day," he greeted, his voice smooth but laced with intent. "I've heard rumors about Lady Beatrice's new home. Quite the spectacle, I hear."
Ella looked up from the counter and smiled politely. "It's been getting a lot of attention, yes. How can I help you?"
The man leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if to share a secret. "I'm intrigued by the plumbing system. Water that flows with just the turn of a handle—unheard of! And this... flushing toilet, is it? How does one acquire such... modern conveniences?"
Ella chuckled softly. "I designed the system myself. It's something I've been working on for a while, and it seems to be catching on." She paused, studying the man's expression before continuing, "If you're interested, I could arrange a consultation for your own home."
The nobleman's face lit up. "I had a feeling you were the mastermind behind it all! Yes, indeed, I would like that. A home with such advancements would be the talk of every gathering. I'll send word to my wife—we'll be in touch to discuss the details."
As he left the shop, Ella felt a spark of excitement. It wasn't just one noble expressing interest. Over the next few days, several more approached her with similar inquiries. Noblewomen in their elegant gowns and noblemen in finely tailored suits—each of them drawn to the idea of bringing modern luxury into their own homes.
One afternoon, as Ella was overseeing some work in the factory, a familiar face appeared at the door. Lady Beatrice, glowing with satisfaction, stepped inside. "Ella, my dear, it seems you've become quite the sensation. My neighbors won't stop talking about my new house," she said with a smile, "and it appears I've started a trend. You'll be pleased to know that several of them are eager to have you work on their homes as well."
Ella wiped her hands on her apron, grinning. "I had a feeling this might happen. I've already had a few orders come in."
Lady Beatrice nodded approvingly. "It's no surprise. Your work is impeccable, and people want the best. Soon enough, you'll have more orders than you know what to do with."
Ella felt a mixture of pride and anticipation. This was exactly what she had been hoping for—a way to grow her business beyond just the products in her shop. "I'll need to hire more workers," she mused aloud, "and expand the team. These projects will be much bigger than anything we've done before."
Lady Beatrice gave her a playful smile. "Well, you better start planning, because I've heard Lord Hawthorne and Lady Cressida have both expressed interest in having their homes rebuilt. And knowing them, they'll want something even grander than mine."
Ella laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "It seems I have my work cut out for me."
And so it began. Over the following weeks, Ella and her team were swamped with new requests. Nobles from across the district wanted their homes to be rebuilt, renovated, or updated with the latest conveniences that Ella had introduced. What started as a simple plumbing project had now turned into full-scale home building, with Ella overseeing not just plumbing but entire architectural designs.
Each noble had their own vision for their home—some wanted grand Victorian-style mansions, while others leaned toward the charm of colonial designs. But many, inspired by Lady Beatrice, opted for the elegance of European architecture. Ella worked closely with them all, drawing up plans, coordinating with her growing team of builders, and ensuring that each project reflected the noble's personal style while incorporating modern innovations.
As the orders kept coming in, Ella's business grew faster than she had ever imagined. She hired more men—skilled builders, craftsmen, and laborers—expanding her workforce to meet the increasing demand. Soon, her small team had become a well-oiled machine, with over sixty-five men working tirelessly to bring each noble's dream home to life.
One evening, as Ella sat in her office reviewing the latest orders, she couldn't help but smile to herself. It was a far cry from her humble beginnings, selling soap and candles. But this was where her passion had led her, and she was determined to keep pushing forward.
"Who would have thought," she muttered under her breath, leaning back in her chair. "All this from a little invention in my shop."
But as she looked at the growing stack of orders, she knew one thing for certain—this was only the beginning.
Ella sat at her desk, the steady hum of her bustling shop and factory outside her office window. She rubbed her temples, though not out of frustration—more from the sheer excitement coursing through her. She could barely keep track of the influx of orders that had flooded in since Lady Beatrice's house was completed. Not only were the nobles intrigued, but now even commoners—newlyweds dreaming of their first home, older couples hoping for a fresh start—had begun inquiring about renovations and new builds of their own.
It seemed everyone wanted a touch of the modern conveniences Ella had introduced. She couldn't help but smile at the thought. Plumbing, once an idea to make her own life easier, had now transformed her entire business. What started with small-scale projects and gadgets had grown into full-scale home building for the elite. And now, with commoners knocking on her door as well, the potential for growth felt limitless.
"Ella, you've got another inquiry," Liam called from the doorway, holding a note in his hand. "This one's from a blacksmith and his wife. They've saved up and want a small house, something modern but affordable."
Ella grinned, leaning back in her chair. "I'm glad to see more commoners are interested. It's not just the nobles who deserve comfortable homes with running water."
Liam nodded, smiling at her enthusiasm. "Word's spreading fast. You're not just the soap and candle girl anymore, you know."
Ella chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. "It's funny. I never imagined plumbing would be the thing to set this all off."
Liam stepped further into the room, glancing at the growing pile of papers on her desk—new orders, blueprints, sketches of potential designs. "You're gonna need more hands," he said, his tone half teasing, half serious.
"Oh, I know. More builders, more craftsmen. I'm already thinking about expanding the factory just to keep up." Ella's mind was buzzing, the possibilities endless. "We could take on more projects, build homes for commoners at lower costs while still offering quality. But then there's the noble district—there's still so much we could do there. Bigger projects, entire estates, maybe even public buildings."
Liam raised an eyebrow. "Public buildings? You're thinking of expanding into the whole town?"
Ella shrugged, but there was a spark of ambition in her eyes. "Why not? There's no reason our innovations should be limited to private homes. I see a future where our systems are in every building in the region—shops, schools, inns. Everywhere."
Liam whistled, impressed by her vision. "That's a big dream, Ella."
"It's more than a dream," she replied, a determined edge to her voice. "It's the next step."
As Liam left her to her work, Ella's thoughts drifted back to the moment Lady Beatrice had handed her that extra 70 gold pieces on top of the agreed-upon price. A gesture of pure satisfaction and admiration for the work Ella and her team had done. She chuckled softly to herself, remembering the way the noblewoman had spoken of the house being the talk of the district.
"Who knew," Ella whispered under her breath, a smirk tugging at her lips, "that nobles had so much money?"
But it wasn't just about the money. Sure, the wealth flowing in from these projects would help her expand her business, hire more workers, and develop new ideas. But the real thrill came from seeing her ideas come to life—transforming spaces, making people's lives easier, and watching her influence spread across the region.
As she glanced at the blueprints on her desk, new designs for homes and renovations, her mind buzzed with excitement. This was just the beginning. There were more projects on the horizon, bigger dreams to chase, and endless possibilities for what her company could achieve.
With a final satisfied smile, Ella leaned forward, picking up her pen. There was much to do, and she couldn't wait to see where this path would take her next.
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A/n -Thank you for the 1.76k views and sorry for the late chapter i thought i lost, i was literally looking for it everywhere and thought i had to start over.
this is my longest chapter yet (yay!!) with 5349 words excluding the a/n.
anyways thank you for reading.