After a nap, she woke when the plane was landing. Bella collected her boxes from baggage claim—slightly battered and dirty—and loaded them onto a rental cart and out to the taxi lane. She took a cab to the estate. She’d expected grandeur, but the wrought iron gates, the stunning backdrop of Camelback Mountain, the sprawling Spanish-style villa were more than she could take in. Her jaw dropped. She snapped a photo, postcard style, and sent it to her sister in Tulsa because the view was not to be believed. Especially for a girl who’d grown up in Arkansas.

A woman came out to meet her and directed a young man...