"So, you will open the guest house after it is done?"
The couple was sitting on the porch, and not far away was Jason continuing his discovery journey as an up-and-coming scientist.
Evelyn, wearing a summer dress, had a book overturned on her lap, and she was holding a tablet from which she raised her gaze before she posed the question.
The weather at the beginning of February was just good enough for such a casual dress, and her hair was left flowing down, free to dance with the breeze.
Daemon, at the side, in shorts and a t-shirt, did not raise his head from his laptop before replying curtly:
"Yes."
With that, Evelyn tucked her hair behind her ear, returned to looking at the conceptualized image of the guest house on the tablet. Everything could be seen to have been planned, and as the farm would not be used for production, flowering trees were planned to cover it, presenting a beauty that left Evelyn full of anticipation, with each season promising a different look.
