August 10.
The Fawley family's three-story villa stood amid green hills and clear waters.
The first rays of dawn had only just streamed into the bright, spotless villa.
Alice had already risen early, cleaned the house inside and out, and carefully applied a beautiful face of makeup.
Old Fawley watched his granddaughter bustle about with an affectionate gaze.
Inwardly, however, he was weighing Shawn's forthcoming visit, which the boy himself had proposed.
At ten o'clock, a smartly dressed house-elf appeared out of thin air, bowed gracefully, and reported.
"Master, our honored guest is waiting at the door."
Alice, who was nearby choosing between several pairs of earrings, immediately quickened her movements and put on a pair of purple, gold-trimmed earrings.
She stood to head for the door, then stopped at once and looked down to check whether her elegant violet gown was appropriate.
"You look your loveliest today. Off you go. Don't keep the young fellow waiting outside."
Fawley cheerfully urged her on.
Alice knew her grandfather had misunderstood again. Not bothering to explain, she hurried to the front door.
There stood Shawn in a black tuxedo, taking in the beautiful scenery around him.
The Fawley villa's concealment wards had not been activated that day, so Shawn could see the exquisite little building.
"Chief, you're here. Please, come in."
Shawn glanced at Alice, who looked both beautiful and regal, and smiled in praise.
"You look lovely today."
Alice accepted the compliment with easy grace.
"Thank you."
They knew each other well already, so there was little need for formalities.
With Alice leading the way, they climbed the steps into the villa.
Shawn studied the Fawley family's elegant, refreshing decor. The overall style was minimalist, but far from plain.
He finally understood what understated luxury with substance looked like.
It was