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watering hole. There were always at least a few of us who didn’t have any other plans for Saturday night and it had kind of become tradition. I always looked forward to our girl’s night out. It gave me a chance to unwind from the week and Christy was never short on gossip.
    I input a pile of new invoices and recorded the payments I’d received over the last few weeks, including the Maxwell wedding check, which was going to get me through the next couple months without having to do another stitch of work. Of course I had a few things lined up, but this was probably the biggest check I’d ever received.
    I locked up the studio around a quarter after six and hurried home on my bike. As I pulled up to my condo, I noticed a familiar looking guy snooping around the front of the complex. Before I could ask him what he was looking for, he took off down the street and disappeared around the corner. That was odd, I thought as I navigated my bike down the narrow pathway. I looked back toward the front gate before I unlocked the front door and a pang of nervous energy filled my chest. I really needed to get a grip and stop being so paranoid.
    I propped my bike up on the front porch, grabbed my things from the basket and went inside. Warm stale air hit me like a brick wall the moment I stepped over the threshold. I peeled my shirt off as I padded down the hall to the bedroom and turned the shower on. If there were any pitfalls of living in Pismo, it was how warm and sticky the summers could be. I rinsed off with cool water and took my time getting ready for the evening.
     
     

Chapter 2
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The next week was fairly busy. Annabel of course changed the photo list one more time and I spent a good majority of my days taking some beautiful landscape photos. A new developer saw some of my work and wanted me to do a collection of landscapes for his new hotel in Santa Barbara. Even if I was excruciatingly busy, I was always thankful when a new job came in.
    As the wedding drew closer, the whole town buzzed with an odd sort of excitement. It was a mixture of awe at the new faces showing up every day and what seemed to be respect.
    Finally, the big day arrived. Becky and I pulled up to the Maxwell estate around eleven in the morning. It was rare that I asked Becky to assist me, but this wedding was going to take more than one person to get the job done. 
    The Maxwell estate was one of the largest in Pismo Beach, with a wonderful view overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I had never seen the house up close before, but it more than lived up to its reputation. The house was two stories tall with large arched windows on each floor. Ivy covered the exterior of the stone house, adding to the perfectly manicured landscape. Large, sweeping trees had been planted all around the house, creating plenty of much-needed shade. White and blue flowers lined the large stone walkway to the front door, complementing the blue trim around the windows that were barely visible under the ivy.
    I unloaded most of the gear onto the pavement and separated what I would use and what Becky would use. We went over the photo list one more time before making our way toward the house. The front door loomed large before us. It was made of a dark wood, almost black in color and had the most intricate Celtic carvings weaving in and out of each other creating a beautiful design across the entire surface of the door.
    “Holy Seven Dwarfs!” Becky exclaimed, staring up at the house. “This place looks like it came right out of a fairy tale.”
    I laughed and lifted the large, dark and rusted metal knocker hanging a little more than halfway up the door. When I let it fall it echoed with a heavy clonk-clonk that sounded less like I was knocking and more like I was hitting the wood with a battering ram. We heard people bustling around the house and within seconds someone opened the door.
    “Can I help you?” a short, plump woman asked.
    “Yeah, hi. I’m