Page 119 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

"You're here!" Lola exclaims, pulling back to look at her friend.

Harper looks around and whistles. “I need a tour, girl. ASAP.”

Wes gives his sister a kiss on the cheek. “How you doin’, sis?”

“Couldn’t be better,” Lola responds.

Reid and Miles appear from the kitchen, both offering handshakes to Wes as Lola links her arm through Harper’s.

"Let us give you the grand tour," Lola says, gesturing toward the living room.

"Lead the way," Harper says, her eyes already wide as she takes in the soaring ceilings of the entryway.

I slip my hand into Lola's free one as we guide them through the archway into the great room. The wall of windows facing the ocean bathes everything in natural light, highlighting the custom woodwork and the enormous stone fireplace that anchors the space.

"Holy shit," Wes breathes, walking straight to the windows. "This view is unreal."

Harper spins slowly, taking in the perfectly arranged furniture—the oversized sectional in buttery leather, the handcrafted coffee table Miles commissioned from that artisan in Portland.

"This is..." she trails off, shaking her head. "Absolutely stunning."

"Wait until you see the kitchen," I say, leading them through the open concept space. “We completely renovated it. The existing kitchen wasn’t bad but we wanted a different feel.”

"We went with a modern coastal vibe," Lola explains as we enter the kitchen. "Miles was pretty specific about what he wanted."

Harper gasps at the waterfall island with its veined quartzite surface. "This kitchen is incredible. Look at that range!"

"Six burners and a griddle," Miles says proudly. "Custom hood, too."

Wes runs his hand along the cabinet edges. "These are solid cherry?"

"Yeah, we found this amazing craftsman who does everything by hand," I tell him.

"The backsplash is gorgeous," Harper says, admiring the handmade ceramic tiles in varying shades of blue. "It's like looking at the ocean."

"That was the idea," Lola smiles. "We wanted to bring the outside in."

Reid opens one of the hidden panel doors. "Check this out—butler's pantry with a wine fridge."

"You guys thought of everything," Harper says, peeking inside.

We move to the dining area where floor-to-ceiling windows frame the coastline perfectly. The massive reclaimed wood table sits beneath a chandelier made of hand-blown glass orbs.

"The table seats twelve," Lola explains. "We wanted space for everyone when we host."

"Come on, let me show you Miles's bedroom suite," Lola says, taking Harper's hand. "It's on this floor and it's absolutely stunning."

"I'm surprised you guys don't fight over who gets the main floor bedroom," Wes comments as we lead them down a hallway lined with framed black and white prints.

Reid chuckles. "We tried rock-paper-scissors, but Miles had very specific reasons why his bedroom needed to be here."

"Acoustic separation and optimal sunrise angles," Miles explains, not a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "Plus I'm usually up first."

I push open the double doors to Miles's suite, revealing the space that perfectly reflects his personality—minimal, precise, but somehow still warm. The king-sized platform bed faces west, where sliding glass doors open onto a private section of the wraparound deck.

"Wow," Harper coos, taking in the built-in bookshelves and the loveseat positioned to capture the view.

"The bathroom is what sold him," Lola says, leading Harper through to the en suite.