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A sort of light at the end of the tunnel.
"I have a surprise for you." Beatrice's new husband cooed in her ear, his arm around her shoulders. "A surprise hmm?" Beatrice beamed trying to contain her excitement. Beatrice loved surprises. The air if I remember right was filled with the light refreshing scent of flowers, hundreds of flowers put together by my brother. It would be a rare smell to me in an even rarer memory.
The Baudelaires walked around the decorated gazebo and passed the long table covered in shapely, creatively packaged presents. Some from guests, others sent by the very fast delivery service, all immaculate in their own way. They walked some ways down the street leaving behind masses of guests.
As the couple walked an alarmingly big manor, two stories high with French doors, deep green paint, a Victorian structured porch with a lovely garden came into view. Beatrice and her husband stood in front of the house for a while.
"So what's my surprise?" Beatrice asked breaking the silence.
The Baudelaire's son gave her a side glance, followed by a loving smile and a simple pointing at the home. Slowly Beatrice's face changed from puzzlement to a unheard of expression of astonishment and joy. "THIS IS OUR HOME? Oh!" Beatrice cried, she hiked up her wedding dress and sprinted up the steps into the massive residence. The Baudelaire took off his bowler hat and went in after his wife.
The home for readers because I'm sure you've never seen and never will see was absolutely perfect. It had two winding staircases, a unbeatable cherry wood shelved library, a long chamber filled with puzzles and musical instruments dotted with Victorian windows, a vaulted ceiling kitchen, five bathrooms, two dinning rooms, a front room, four bay windows, a living room, and four bedrooms. Everyone of those furnished with the most beautiful drapes, carpets and pictures. But that wasn't the most amazing part of the home. The house had secrets…spectacular secrets. The groom moved a lion rug in front of the first staircase to reveal the first of many. A smooth floor shined at the happy twosome. He bent down and quiet unexpectedly opened a trap door. Beatrice twisted her veil back as the surveyed the tunnel, "To find the various funny dorks we know." Her husband whispered, "We're connected?" Beatrice inquired, "Yes to everyone of them, Kit has the plans and general outlines." Mr. Baudelaire answered closing the door. "Just perfect honey." Beatrice embraced him.
We all learned to love that home until the fire…then we all rejected it.