121. A bachelorette party

ERICA

A Week Later....

“Oh my god.... It's so beautiful!” Amelie gushed as she stood beside me, gazing up at the big castle with four separate towers and appreciated the beauty of the castle as it stood proud in the afternoon sun.

I paused to look around too at the beauty that surrounded me. We were in Scotland and unlike the dark gloomy looking castle on top of a lonely cliff in Italy, this one radiated warmth and was surrounded with lush trees and mountains at the back drop and around it like they were hugging this precious home. This castle was old too, the same age as the one in Italy but it had gone through many renovations to keep up with the modern times and still carried the charm of the history. The two back towers are built into the mountain, the slim path rounding around the towers making it accessible from outside too.

It was beautiful and large, bigger than the one in Italy and those back towers seemed to be disappearing into the clouds. I could totally imagine a couple