Chapter 346

Cecilia's pov After another ten minutes of winding through the mountain roads, we finally arrived at our destination. Yulia's house stood at the end of a gravel path, nestled against a babbling creek that carved its way through the property. It was a quintessential Colorado mountain retreat: a two-story log cabin with steep-pitched roofs and a wraparound porch that hugged the house like a favorite sweater. The exterior was a warm ash gray that blended beautifully with the surrounding landscape. Wind chimes danced in the breeze, and a pair of macramé chairs swayed lazily on the porch like something out of a travel magazine. The front yard was full of wildflowers. Columbines, larkspur, and mountain lupines covered the ground in shades of purple, blue, and white. Their sweet scent filled the air and made the place feel like a hidden garden deep in the woods. Yulia led us inside with the practiced ease of someone used to hosting guests. "I've set up two rooms for you ladies," she said, lea