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I know with certainty that when the cameras finally stop rolling, the crew packs up, and the world moves on to the next story, I know exactly where I’ll be.

Right here with her.

Home.

FINALE

COMING TO AN END

We madeit to the season finale ofNailed It or Failed It!

Today will be the final reveal of the house we’ve spent the last month renovating. And what a ride it’s been. This season started with one inherited house in Bluestone Lakes and one influencer with a dream that suddenly felt too heavy to carry.

Scottie arrived with a vision and something to prove.

Tucker showed up with a tool belt and a smile sharp enough to hide every crack.

And from the very first day, the chemistry wasn’t just noticeable, it was impossible to ignore.

Together they took on every project. But it wasn’t just the house that changed. Somewhere between the dust and looming deadlines, Scottie stopped chasing perfection and started choosing what felt real. Tucker stopped hiding behind the jokes and started letting someone in.

Now, after all the work and all the risks, the only thing left is the reveal.

The doors are about to open for us to see the final transformation. The question that remains is: did they nail it? Or did they fail it?

EPILOGUE

TWO MONTHS LATER.

Scottie

Pulling on a pair of my comfiest sweatpants, I give myself a once-over in the floor-length mirror sitting in the corner of my bedroom. It used to be a place where a box of memories sat that I found when renovating this house. Now it’s filled, and the memories moved, scattered around the house in various frames.

I make my way downstairs, the floors no longer creaking in warning. The walls aren’t holding their breath. The teal entryway shines under the warm light, and every time I walk past it, I still feel the same thing I did the day we painted it.

The day I chose myself, and the universe didn’t collapse because of it.

I hear chatter from the living room and make my way toward it. But my phone buzzing in my hand makes me stop. Looking down, I see it’s a text from my mom, and I can’t help but smile. It’s a selfie of her and my dad sitting on the couch together, smiling so big with the TV queued up behind them to the channel for the season finale.

Mom

We’re ready to watch them say you NailedIt.

Me

Thank you, Mom. Fingers crossed.

Mom

I already know that’s what they will say because the work you did is exceptional. It deserves as much.

Reading that only makes me smile wider. It took a few days before I finally had the courage to sit down with my mom and talk about everything without cameras or a production crew hovering over us. It actually made the conversation a lot less tense. She allowed me to openly share how I felt without judgement and I listened to her. By the end of the few hours together, we were both crying and apologizing for things. It brought us a sense of peace that made me wish I had opened upyearsago. And since then, she’s been a whole new person. She’s encouraging, cheering me on, and I have never felt more support from her than I do now.

Me

I love you both.

Mom