She exclaims euphorically: "He's my hero, and he's beautiful. Although you don't look like him or your mother. Who did you take after, Bella?"

"I don't know, I think I'm a little like my grandmother, tall like Dad." It's something that also intrigues me, I don't look like them.

After we finished taking a great walk around the property, and my children were tired of riding their ponies, we entered the house. An agency had its employees organising everything they had bought.

"And that? Who's moving?" I ask Christian, but before he answers, my grandmother touches my arm.

"Bella, let's tell her where you want things," my grandmother tells me....