There was little to no information available even through her in-depth search. Nathan had obviously been extremely careful about many aspects of his life. Emma had no idea what Nathan’s personal residence looked like.
The mansion they drove toward was massive, probably had its own zip code. The sprawling brick facade took her breath away. She had read magazines with pictures of interesting architecture, both modern and old, but this home spoke to her as none other had. It was, for all it’s size, inviting. The facade was the embodiment of warmth, no doubt due in part to the beautifully aged brick, but located in sections across the front, lay sprawling gardens infused with rich vibrant colour. The far entrance was covered by a pergola, it’s woody vines blending into the colour of the brick, with magnificent flowers she couldn’t name, draped over and through, cascading like a waterfall providing a feast of colour for the eye and a subtle division from the rest of the house.
As they slowly pulled to a stop at the entrance, the massive cathedral-like wooden door, with long elegant leaves carved from bottom to top, held inset pieces of stone shaped like Humming Birds. She was pleased he hadn’t come to greet her, for it gave Emma an opportunity to gaze wondrously upon a piece of “all that was Nathan”.
Even with its magnificence, it was subtle. There was nothing overtly ostentatious about this home. It called, it beckoned, it invited. Not only that you enter, but that you saunter, enjoy, relax. She couldn’t resist it’s warm rich enticing siren’s call, it simply beckoned your presence. Sauntering along the front, she was led down a garden path festooned with every plant imaginable on earth. As she wandered, she breathed deeply taking in the richness of the soil, the gentle fragrance of unknown flowers, their scent permeating her soul with their delicate fragrant aromas distinctly unique. Emma stood stock still, eyes closed, a smile a mile wide upon her face as she drank in her surroundings.
Jim stood back watching. Her immediate delight and willingness to absorb her surroundings stopped him in his tracks. What a rare jewel was this, a reporter no less, that stopped to smell the flowers. He wasn’t sure what to make of her, this Emma of the journalistic world, invited into Nathan’s personal space. He was beginning to understand why Nathan was enchanted with her. Her appeal ran far deeper than skin deep.
Nathan was aware of her arrival. He’d watched with anticipation, eager to share his world with her. He leaned against the pergola, relaxed, enjoying. A beautiful exotic flower among the many in his garden.
She turned and spotting him, sauntered toward him. “You could have knocked me over with a feather, Nathan, this is beyond exquisite.”