Beautiful Disaster
The first thing Marybeth noticed when they walked into the all-monochrome apartment was the Blue Mountains in the backdrop.
The beach, just a throw's stone away from the penthouse, with its brilliant blue waters and white-capped waves rolling and crashing into one another on the shoreline, was a sight to behold. But the distant mountains looked so majestic, for a humbling moment, Marybeth felt infinitely small in the face of all that rugged beauty. They really did look blue from up here, and their name made sense. The rolling hills and valleys weren't blue, but the Wisteria trees surrounding them, now in full bloom, had earned them their name.
"Will you be alright on your own?" asked Arno, s
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