“Create an Austen life. A beautiful life, with time for music and literature and poetry and walks—and maybe even balls.”
“How on earth would you do that? And why would you want to?” Nora took a long drink from her mug of herbal tea.
“We’d pool our resources together. We’ve all saved something, right? We’d buy some big old house on a huge plot of land, take time to restore it and recover from burning the candle at both ends, and start a Jane Austen bed and breakfast. The women who visited would step into Regency times and take a break from their crazy lives, just like we want to do.”
“That’s… genius,” Riley said. “Isn’t it genius?”
“It kind of is,” Avery said.
“Where would you find the house and land?” Nora asked. Riley noticed that although she was distancing herself from the plan she seemed awfully interested in the answer.
“I might know of a place,” Riley said, and they were off and running.
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