Grace House was grand and open, although less glittering and lush than the bedroom I'd been set up in. It had the masculine strength of its owner, with dark marble pillars and simple lines. Lillian led a slow path through a well-stocked library, a parlor, a music room, and out to the southern edge of the house, where sunlight raged through glass and the sharp, fresh scent of oranges cut through every other sense.
