"Phoebe, she's here!" Monty shouted, almost running for the stairs. In the next room over Phoebe gave a small shriek and jumped up from her chair, dropping her book on the table next to the armchair without marking her place and dashed towards the door without removing her reading glasses.

Monty skidded to a stop in the entry, closely followed by a breathless Phoebe. They stood side by side and watched impatiently as Gorby opened the automobile door. A gloved hand stretched out from the car to take his waiting one. The couple's barely concealed grins grew even brighter as Sibella stepped from the car.

"Go on in, Madam. They're waiting for you," said the butler, with just a hint of a smile.

"Thank you, Gorby," the blonde replied.

As Sibella gazed up at the castle, she breathed a sigh of relief. Paris was lovely, but nothing was quite as sweet as returning home, to loved ones.

Home. Sibella realised that she had never used the word connected with any place other than her parents' house. She smiled as she repeated it in her head. Yes, Highhurst was her home now, and she loved it.

Gorby took a suitcase in each hand, and followed her through the open doors. It took every last shred of self control not throw herself at Monty and Phoebe immediately. The trio stood awkwardly for a moment, while the head butler and a footman marched past, carrying luggage. All three sets of eyes followed the footman's path down the hall.

The instant he turned the corner, Sibella flung her arms around Monty's neck, because he was the closer of the pair, and he grabbed at her waist, pulling her to him. They held each other tightly, both beaming and blinking back tears. Only a moment later, there was warmth against Sibella's back as Phoebe hugged the blonde from behind, her nose at Sibella's hairline, hands on her hips. The taller woman removed her right hand from Monty's neck, and placed it over Phoebe's hand, pulling the brunette's arm about her waist, her hand resting on Sibella's rib cage, the blonde's hand covering hers.

"We missed you," Phoebe said softly, still holding onto Sibella.

"And I missed you! Both of you!"

"But you're home now, here with us again, and that's what matters," whispered Monty.

"Yes," declared Sibella. "I'm home."