The driver got their luggage out of the trunk, brought it to their door, came back and we drove away.

Next, Shane and Jenny were dropped off at their bungalow and given their bags.

Then it was Kit’s turn. As the driver offered her a hand he said, “You’ll be receiving a surprise guest before dinner.”

“Really?” said Kit as she turned her head to smile back at Bette. “I wonder who that could be?”

Bette and I were dropped off at what would be our cottage. There was an iron post in front of it from which hung a shingle identifying it as the , “Oak Grove Cottage”.

The driver had reminded each of us that dinner would be served in the Stonehouse on the premises at 7:30 p.m.

He took our luggage to the door as we peered behind us and saw that we were quite high, looking down through clusters of trees, greenery, roof tops, down, down to the eventual ocean horizon.

When the limo drove away, we followed a red tiled path which led to a front patio with wicker chairs, a table, bountiful plants and fragrant flowers. It looked so peacefully quiet and serene.

“Look at this, Sis.” Bette said, standing in front of the door. Our names were written in fancy script on a plaque in the center of the door. “Now that’s class!”

She tried the knob and it opened freely. Stepping in we were overwhelmed by the romantic ambiance. The lights were dim, a fire was glowing in a big stone fireplace and soft music whispered promises of things to come.

There was a beautiful king sized four-poster bed draped over head with a sheer mosquito netting canopy, all in a virgin white as if it was the honeymoon suite.

We walked through the room enjoying the scope and feel of it, smiling as if we were two of the happiest women on earth, kind of walking in circles to see it from every angle. One big room, leading to a spacious bathroom with an exit to an outdoor shower and patio.

There was a sliding glass door, next to the bed, which also led to that very private patio. We walked out and just stood and looked at the tiled flooring, more wicker furniture, flowers growing in abundance, a high willow-woven fence, locking us in on three sides and a perfectly delightful looking hot tub. We both grinned at each other as our eyes fell on it at the same time, thinking the same thing.