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Me and Roman have very different definitions of what a cottage is. This looked like a fairy godmother's mansion. It was beautiful, don't get me wrong, but it wasn't a cottage. It was a gorgeous light stone house, it did have that cottage feel to it with its triangle shaped entrance, but it was...exquisite. I could see the garden wrapping around the entire house, stopping only at the porch. Different kinds of trees surrounded the property, but my favorite was the willow tree in the front yard. The porch was adorned in different plants, some hanging, some potted on the ground, and others from the garden that grew onto the porch. I must have looked starstruck because Roman laughed before he scooped me up again, and walked towards the front door.

"This was my mom's house originally before she moved into the packhouse. She loved gardening, I always thought maybe she was part witch. After she died, I had one of my earth witches, Paloma, come and help out with bringing the garden back