A/N: So this chapter is a little spilt, first and foremost it gives you a glimpse of Miley's new life. And it does a little foreshadowing. Thanks to all the positive reviews! I truly appreciate it. I have the next two chapter written, and I'm in the process of writing the sixth chapter. I'm not completely sure where I'm taking the story, it's kinda up in the air for now. But I will have some sort of messed up purpose. On the bright side, I came to the decision that no one will die in this story. :) That's a plus right?

Far Above the Hilltops

It was another morning, another sunrise that Miley embraced. Another moment she was thankful for. And even on that early Friday morning as Miley hobbled across the planks of wood, she managed to balance a cup of coffee in one hand while the other hand held her sleek black phone against her ear as she slipped into her black boots.

"Cass, you know that I need the order to be ready. You promised me last weekend that it would be ready." Miley groaned, holding her phone against her shoulder. Miley quickly locked the front door before trotting down the front steps.

The voice in the speaker continued before Miley reached the driveway. Disabling the alarm system, she tugged open the handle, setting her cup of coffee into the holster before setting down her bag.

"We have been doing business together for 2 years now, Cass. I'm one of your loyal clients and you promised me the order would be ready today. I can't wait till the end of the weekend." Miley stated as she dug her key into the ignition, starting the car. Strapping on the seatbelt, she adjusted the mirror. She listened to Cassidy's tone of voice, knowing she won her argument.

Grinning with a final goodbye, Miley shifted the gear into reverse, slowly creeping out of the driveway. Maneuvering the car with eased, she slowly headed towards the main road, barely glancing at the house beside her very own with a familiar realtor sign. Missing the bold stripped tacked across the front, in capital letters, "SOLD."

Twenty Minutes later, Miley slowly eased into the parking spot just in front of the little boutique in the town main square. Little shops littered the main square, ranging in large upscale restaurants and shops to fit the large bank accounts of the town's residents. Grabbing her things, Miley dug out the key as she shut off the engine. Adjusting the warm cardigan wrapped around her body, she stepped into the warm Californian air. Immediately the warm rays cast down onto her, causing a bright glare. Lifting her hand above the edge of her eyebrows to block out the pesky rays, she locked the door behind her, making her way to the glass door.

The front of the little boutique was simple and elegant, the glass panes were gleaming. Lines on the glass display showed the newest item that Miley had recently hand picked and stocked for the store. "Sugar," was a trendy boutique that housed one of a kind styles of clothing and accessories. After moving into town, Miley went in search of a way to meet the ends. With money saved from her Hollywood career, she put forth finances to start up the store. With her eclectic taste in fashion, the business did well financially. A hot spot for shopping among the throngs of teenage girls who had an itch for designer products. Among the designers, Miley also created a small fashion line of clothes and accessories. What started off as a small boutique, in recent occurrence, she had thought about upgrading the business, expanding the business into a small chain of franchise. But for the moment, she was content.

Slowly she turned the lock open, tugging open the front door. Stepping just through the doorway, she was immediately hit with a brisk cool air. Quickly disabling the alarm system, Miley made her way towards the back of the little shop to the circuit box. Flicking on the lights, that immediately turned on. Can lights arranged through the room, glowed onto the light birch wooden floor, creating spotlights. The hot pink walls brought a playful atmosphere to the shop, accented with black metal racks and a stunning black iron chandelier strung with hot pink skyorwski crystals that light the dressing area. She was proud to call the little business her own.

Making her way down the little hallway, she turned into the door on the right hand. Pushing through the doorway to her own office, she quickly tossed her purse onto the little seating area. Digging through the purse, she found her cell phone and slid it into the pocket of her jeans before she walked back into the hallway. Across the hallway had two doors, one led to the bathroom, while the other housed inventory. Quickly making her way into the main showroom, she made her way to the front counter. Opening the store like she often did, she started up the computer that ran the register. Counting the drawer till she made sure enough money was set for change. Emily, a young teenage girl she had hired a few months ago, closed the previous night. Grinning at the fact that everything was in order, Miley quickly started her duties as store manager. Flipping through the pile of receipt from the day before, she was interrupted by the sound of the front door being pushed open.

Turning her head she quickly placed a wide smile on her lips as she greeted the customer, "Hey, welcome to Sugar. I'm Miley, let me know if you need help with anything."

The older lady smiled, nodding and slowly made her through the showroom. Glancing at the long row of racks, housing one of a kind T-shirts. Miley turned her attention back onto the pile of receipt back in front of her, she quickly figured the numbers, calculating and jotting down the number in the book. She was clearing away the messed she had created, when she heard the lady's voice.

"Excuse me?"

Glancing up to meet the lady's eye, Miley smiled, "Yes can I help you?"

The older women nodded, her hand holding onto two shirts for Miley to see, "My granddaughter's birthday is next week and she always talks about this store. It is one of her favorite and I was wondering if you could help me pick something out for her."

Miley grinned, nodding, "I would love to help you." Slowly she made her way over to the older lady, eyeing the two shirts she held in her hand before Miley glanced up to meet her gaze, "How old is your granddaughter?"

"16, her birthday party is this Saturday and I'm not exactly sure what to get her."

Miley smiled, "Well I'm sure she'll love anything you will get for her, but if I was a sixteen year old girl with a birthday party this weekend, I wouldn't say no to jewelry. Perhaps something to wear with her outfit?"

The lady smiled, nodding her head in agreement, "that sounds like a great idea."

Miley led the lady over to the large black table in the center of the showroom, a large arrangement of necklaces hung from the center display. Multiple trays of bracelets were exposed across the black surfaces, along with bowls with assortment of rings in bright colors. Different types of earrings were placed accordingly in designated spots. Miley smiled as she turned to asked quickly, "What is your granddaughter's favorite color?"

"Blue. She has a matching set of bright blue eyes." The lady responded, a wide grin filled with pride.

Running her eyes across the display of jewelry, Miley eyes caught the striking sapphire tennis bracelet. A row of 16 tiny emerald cut sapphire, embedded into the silver band. Miley quickly grasped the piece of jewelry, bringing it to the lady's inspection, a wide smile appearing on the lady's lips.

"That is perfect, the color would look lovely with her. I think she would really like a matching pair of earrings to go with them, and maybe a purse she can wear." The lady added.

Miley nodded as she found the matching pair, handing them to the lady. Leading her over to the shelves of designer purse, Miley picked up the newest purse she recently stocked. A one of a kind, hot pink Birkin bag she had managed to acquire.

Holding it up, she turned to speak, "We just got this in yesterday, and it is the only one we got. It is definitely one of a kind."

The lady's eyes widen at the gorgeous bag Miley handled, a grin on her lips, "Is that a Birkin?"

Miley smiled, "Yes it is."

"I'll take it."

Leading her over to the register, she quickly rang up the bill as the lady handed over her Black American Express card. And with a signature on the receipt, Miley wrapped the purse and matching sapphire set before handing the bag to the lady. With a quick exchanged of Thank You's, Miley watched the older lady carry the bag and headed for her car. Grinning to herself, Miley let out a breath of air. In the comfort of the new world she built for herself, this was her life.

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Driving down the main road, she made a quick right on her street. Slowly passing the row of breathtaking houses, she reached the end of street before her two story Italian villa came into view. After the long day at the boutique, she quickly pulled her car up into the driveway, slowly shutting off the engine. Gathering her things, she slowly stepped out of the car, her feet dragging against the pavement. Her hands full with bags. The air was chilly, as she slowly made her way to the front door before she glanced up onto the pier like she had done so many nights before. But for an instant she did a double take, there above the far hill, was a single house, brightly lit from within.

She used to admired the beauty of the single home that stood far above every other house on the side of town, and yet, that single house always caught her eye. It was stunning, the architectural structure. With wide spans of glass paned windows. Tt was exposed for the world to see. But what made it stand out to her on that specific night, was beyond her knowledge, it had always been empty. However tonight, underneath the glow of the florescent moon, it lit up the pier.

Breaking herself out of her thoughts, Miley quickly unlocked the door, stepping into her home. Flicking on the lights quickly, Miley strolled into the empty house. Tossing her things aimlessly onto the black console table as the sounds echoed through the house, Miley let out a breath of air. Quietly padding through the house, she made her way down the long hallway and into the large open kitchen. Passing the center island, she reached the back glass patio door. Stepping outside, she tugged the edge of her sweater tighter around her tiny body. The cool breeze of the rippling shores hitting against her skin as she allowed herself to take in the salty air. Standing on the large wooden deck, she reached the edge, gripping onto the wooden railing as her eyes skimmed across the dark sky. The bright moon reflected onto the ocean water top, as she took in the peaceful surrounding. It was serene, the calm air of silence around her. She enjoyed winding down from a long day of work, taking in the beauty of the deserted beach. The sands looked untouched, the rippling water smoothing over the wet surfaces. Just silence, that she allowed herself to engulf in. The world around her didn't exist, and the person she once was, was in another lifetime. Without another thought, she unconsciously glanced up above the hilltop, her eyes landing yet again on the single glass house. She couldn't place the feeling she felt as she starred at the breathtaking home. All she could feel was a pull towards that single house that sat lonely above the cliff.

Her thoughts racing at who lived there and their story. She believed that everyone had a story. A story that defined who they are and why they are where they are. She couldn't place the unsettling feeling deep within her. A part of her felt that there was a strong connection between the glass house, and her past.

If only she really knew...

A/N: I wonder who lives there? *ponders* Reviews are sweet, so please don't be stingy and indulge me. :)