I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I’ve always believed that everyone has a story to tell and that I deserve to know mine. My roots lie in this village, but my mother’s flit to London has left a piece of me missing. A piece I won’t be able to find until I know the full story. I can’t simply give up, not when I’ve discovered the identity of my father and the love he shared with my mother.
My heart races as I open my laptop and search for my flight to Ireland. One way.
CHAPTER 40
THE OFFER
I’m welcomed back by the sweet scent of the Irish countryside as I arrive, home, to Innisfree. Nostalgia rushes over me, coupled with a strong determination to find the answers I crave. The wind whips through my hair, and I draw my coat tighter in response to its chill. Taking in the vibrant shades of green that make up this beautiful place, I’m overwhelmed by a deep sense of belonging and connection to my past. And now also to my present and future. Armed with Matilda’s first-edition book, dear friends and true courage, I am ready. No more suppressing or hiding away from my past; it’s time to embrace it and grow.
My feet crunch on the pebbles of The Lake House path as I fill my lungs with fresh air and summon the courage to seize every opportunity that life has to offer. When I reach the edge of the sparkling lake, I carefully slip off my clothing, piece by piece, until I’m standing in nothing but goosebumps. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before plunging into the cool depths. Just as my father before me.
After my swim, I glance at my phone. There’s a new notification from Jonathan. I call him and he tells me the anonymous overseas bidder has reached out about the property, upping their original offer if we remove the clause regardingtenants. He asks me how I want to proceed, though I suspect he already knows my answer.
My response is simple – I’m declining their offer. The Lake House is no longer available, now and forever.
It’s good to be home.
I prepare for the night ahead, my first as the proud new owner of The Lake House. It’s been a while since I’ve had this feeling – the feeling of coming home to a place that’s truly mine. First night in my family home. First night going to sleep without the burden of a sale or deadline or money worries hanging over me. What a luxury to start dreaming before I even shut my eyes.
I check my phone one last time. A message from Rory, Lenka’s personal assistant.
Subject: Team Wilder Always!
A sneak preview of the 5-star review going in theSunday Journaltomorrow. You did it! Enjoy Innisfree.
Rx
When Matilda Wilder’s new edition of her beloved fables was announced, the reaction was instant. Everyone wanted to get their hands on the beautiful new version, complete with illustrations by Daisy Clarke. People eagerly anticipated the release, and when it arrived for review, I wasn’t disappointed.
The illustrations in this new edition of Matilda Wilder’s tales are breathtakingly gorgeous. Daisy Clarke has managed to capture both the whimsy and wonder of Matilda’s stories while also adding a unique perspective that feels fresh and modern. Her style is full of colour and energy, creating vivid images that transport readers into each tale. Nature scenes crackle with life and emotion, while characters brim with personality and charisma.
In addition to her creative flair, Daisy Clarke’s work also conveys a deep sensitivity that allows readers to unlock old memories while discovering new ones. In every frame she creates, there is an undercurrent of emotion – a feeling of nostalgia for days gone by or a longing for something different but still relatable. With each turn of the page, readers find themselves becoming more deeply invested in every character and scene she brings to life.
The result is a triumph for both artist and author alike as Daisy Clarke’s vibrant artwork combines with Matilda Wilder’s timeless tales to create something truly special – an enchanting collection that will be treasured by readers for many years to come.
Sweet dreams all. We done good.
CHAPTER 41
THE FAIR
The famous market fair buzzes with excited energy, as hearty laughter and friendly chatter fill the air. Strings of fairy lights wink across the early-evening sky, casting a warm glow over the market-goers. I’ve wandered through the bustling maze all day, and when the evening turns cooler, I make my way to the packed Tap House, seeking both warmth and company.
As soon as I walk through the door, I’m swept away by the vibrant atmosphere. Grace is on stage, playing Mick’s guitar like a master musician. Glancing around, I spot my dear friends, Jacinta and Fintan, who are sitting with Marianne and Gus, all surrounded by an electric energy. They signal me to join them, and they each take turns hugging and shaking hands with me. But there’s one face I’m looking for tonight.
‘What brought you back so soon?’ asks Marianne. ‘We don’t have you booked for any nights at the guest house.’ She looks at Gus, who shakes his head in confusion. ‘And it’s even busier tonight because of the fair… there’s not a bed left in town.’
‘It’s okay, thank you!’ I say cheerfully. ‘I’m not here on holiday this time – I’m moving here permanently! I’m going to be staying at The Lake House.’
Jacinta and Fintan let out cheers and clap their hands together.
‘Oh, that’s wonderful news! And it makes perfect sense – you’ve been madly fixing up that house so why not move in yourself and enjoy it?’Jacinta says as she jumps to her feet to give me a huge hug.
Over her shoulder, I can’t help but scan the room for any sign of James. Rumour has it he leaves for Brussels this week, and I’ve been plagued by the gnawing fear of missed chances. I’ve told myself not to expect anything, that James has his own road to travel, and I shouldn’t hold him back. But still, my heart can’t help but race at the thought of our eyes meeting one last time.
I navigate the lively crowd, feeling the rhythm of the music vibrate through my chest, pulsing in time with my fervent beating heart. Laughter, stories and music flow around me like a river, yet I swim against the current, single-minded and determined.
It’s when I reach the bar, where the light is a touch dimmer and the chaos of the room fades to a low murmur, that I spot him. His black hair tamed but still artfully tousled, and his eyes an ocean blue I could drown in. In fact, I already have in the past.
