Sumner Falls, Vermont. First founded in the late 1600â€™s, this little secret was tucked away for the richest families in Vermont. A place crafted where they could rest easy and not writhe in toils of the every day hustle of the fast paced city. The pleasantries offered in this remote land made most settle down here at first sight, almost finding a newfound life here.<br/><br/>Between the sparkling mist from the local waterfall that left dewdrops on every blade of grass constantly, and the tranquility of the forest that enchanted many, most believed this was heaven. They could breathe here, they could take in all their lungs could sustain but could still be satisfied with a short breath. Purity was a word that rang true here, and it could be seen and heard throughout the small town.<br/>The cost of living here was expensive, which is why it remained small in size all these years. Only the wealthy could afford to stay in paradise.<br/><br/>Like most small towns the people here were friendly, and did not flaunt their money, as they would have in bigger places. They had no one to impress here, they could live peacefully without the hold of greed suffocating them. Finally they all felt they could live a normal life. Families took up jobs at their own stores just to pass the time as a normal person trying to make ends meet. Though they did not need to.<br/><br/>Tessa belonged to one of these very families. She moved here when she was very young, she grew, she learned, and thrived here. Before she knew it, this was home, and nothing could tear her away from it. She loved every day here, rain or shine. And hidden among the flowers of her families shop, she never felt more belonging than she did anywhere else.