When they arrived at Easterwel, Oliver paused, watching the country side house, as Callum referred to it. It was anything but a country house.
The building was a bit smaller than The Fernsbury Manor, but at the same time there was something that made the place different. Magical. Oliver almost slapped himself for gaping like a complete idiot, and since when did those associations came to his mind. Nevertheless, he continued admiring the piece of art. Because that was what he was looking at.
That was the place the household maids talked about occasionally.
It very much resembled an actual castle, it was like it was taken out from the stories Emma used to read as a little girl and dreamed of living in. Seeing one of those in front of him made Oliver feel out of place.
The feeling very much copying the one he was encompassed in during the ball.
It was dark, but he could still see that the beautiful garden was bright green, the bushes in the form of different- sized, intricately shaped figures. Marble statues decorated the wide staircase, leading up to the entrance.