Happy Place by Emily Henry: by Emily Henry - A Comprehensive Summary

By Francis Thomas

Summary of Happy Place by Emily Henry

Nestled on the rocky shoreline, a quaint cottage beckons with its
knotty pine floorboards and perpetually open windows. The
invigorating aroma of evergreens and brine wafts in on the
breeze, as white linen drapes sway lazily. Here, amidst this
idyllic setting, I find solace with my cherished friends, Sabrina
and Cleo. Since our fateful encounter at Mattingly College, they
have become my dearest confidantes. It still astounds me that
fate, embodied by an obscure housing committee in Vermont,
united us. Sabrina, a refined Manhattan heiress, and Cleo, an
artistic soul hailing from New Orleans, are improbable
counterparts to a small-town Indiana girl like myself.
On our first night together, Sabrina had us gathered on her bed,
enjoying Clueless on her laptop while munching on a mix of
popcorn and gummy worms. Soon after, she surprised us with
personalized shirts, inspired by our very first inside joke. Our
room in the white building held a special charm, and we
delighted in exploring the campus and indulging in open-
window study sessions with spicy chai and the fragrance of
autumn leaves. Cleo’s exquisite nude painting of Sabrina and me
adorned our door, accompanied by treasured Polaroids capturing
our shared moments.
I tried to prevent the shouting because the subsequent silence
filled me with dread. Yet, my best friends showed me a serene
quietness born from profound understanding and a joyful noise
that celebrated life. It was only when Sabrina took us to her
family’s summer home in Maine that I met Wyn, and everything
changed


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• Language: English
• Publisher: Ben Business Group LLC
• Release date: Jun 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9791222416021

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Chapter 1

Nestled on the rocky shoreline, a quaint cottage beckons with its

knotty pine floorboards and perpetually open windows. The

invigorating aroma of evergreens and brine wafts in on the

breeze, as white linen drapes sway lazily. Here, amidst this

idyllic setting, I find solace with my cherished friends, Sabrina

and Cleo. Since our fateful encounter at Mattingly College, they

have become my dearest confidantes. It still astounds me that

fate, embodied by an obscure housing committee in Vermont,

united us. Sabrina, a refined Manhattan heiress, and Cleo, an

artistic soul hailing from New Orleans, are improbable

counterparts to a small-town Indiana girl like myself.

On our first night together, Sabrina had us gathered on her bed,

enjoying Clueless on her laptop while munching on a mix of

popcorn and gummy worms. Soon after, she surprised us with

personalized shirts, inspired by our very first inside joke. Our

room in the white building held a special charm, and we

delighted in exploring the campus and indulging in open-

window study sessions with spicy chai and the fragrance of

autumn leaves. Cleo’s exquisite nude painting of Sabrina and me

adorned our door, accompanied by treasured Polaroids capturing

our shared moments.

I tried to prevent the shouting because the subsequent silence

filled me with dread. Yet, my best friends showed me a serene

quietness born from profound understanding, and a joyful noise

that celebrated life. It was only when Sabrina took us to her

family’s summer home in Maine that I met Wyn, and everything

changed

Chapter 2

Imagine your happy place, the calming voice suggests. I

envision glimmering blue hues behind closed eyes, inhaling the

scent of wet rocks, rine, sizzling butter, and a touch of lemon.

Laughter fills the air, water slaps against the bluffs, and the

receding tide whispers over sand and stone. Sunlight envelops

everything, warming not just my bare skin but also my soul, as I

gaze at the expansive sky during the plane’s turbulent descent.

With my suitcase in hand, I exit the small airport and instantly

feel like a woman from a tampon commercial—overflowing

with joy, confidence, and readiness for any physical adventure.

This moment has carried me through tough hospital shifts and

sleepless nights. The upcoming week promises delightful

moments of laughter, indulging in creamy lobster rolls and

sipping crisp white wine with my friends. A honk interrupts my

thoughts, and I open my eyes to see Sabrina, a timeless beauty,

holding a poster with a quirky Love Actually reference. We

embrace tightly, cherishing our reunion.

She gives me a stern once-over and asks what’s different. I

mention my new face, and she quickly catches on. We walk

towards the car, enveloped in the scent of Chanel No. 5. I

explain that it wasn’t a medical procedure, but an Etsy spell. She

compliments my appearance, and I express my joy at being

reunited. We share a comfortable silence, reminiscing about our

shared living experience. She throws my suitcase in the car

effortlessly and asks about the flight. I mention it was the same

pilot as last time, and she raises an eyebrow in surprise.

I nod, confirming the pilot’s notoriety for wearing sunglasses on

the back of his head. Sabrina remarks on never seeing him

without them, and I jest about the possibility of him needing an

extra pair of eyes in his neck. We discussed his flying skills,

noting the difference since he got sober. I inquire about his

intercom banter, and Sabrina reminisces about how entertaining

it used to be.

As a resident, I spend most of my time on scut work, but the

moments with attending surgeons and patients linger in my

thoughts. I find comfort in the mundane tasks, and completing

them gives me a sense of control. When Sabrina asks about

Wyn, I stall the conversation, waiting for the right time.

Eventually, I give a partially honest response and Sabrina turns

up the radio.

Sabrina and her extended family have a tradition of resetting the

car radio to her dad’s stations when they visit the cottage. As we

drive, old tunes like Frank Sinatra’s "Summer Wind" fill the air.

The cottage, a magnificent mansion cleverly disguised as a cozy

home, sits atop a cliff, surrounded by a four-car garage and a

guesthouse nestled among moss and trees. Memories of Cleo’s

PowerPoint presentation about a ghosted guy named Brayden

resurface, but Sabrina reminds me his name was Bryant.

Sabrina corrects me, mentioning that Wife Number Two had a

rotating cycle of designer puppies. She won the cousins’ divorce

betting pool, granting us access to the cottage during Lobster

Fest. We thank Cousin Frankie, who now lives on a catamaran

in Ibiza. Sabrina takes my hand and leads me inside, where the

foyer emanates the nostalgic scent of summer in old Maine

houses.

In the kitchen-living room, Cleo’s voice and Parth’s chuckle

reach my ears. Sabrina enters, discarding her shoes and placing

the keys on the console table. Kimmy, Cleo’s girlfriend, rushes

down the hallway, showering me with kisses. Sabrina hints at a

surprise, and together they guide me forward. My heart stops as

I behold Wyn Connor, my fiancé, standing at the marble

breakfast bar. A mix of panic and conflicting emotions

overwhelms me in this unexpected encounter in my cherished

sanctuary.

Chapter 3

So, he’s no longer my fiancé, but our friends are unaware of that

fact. After being engaged to Wyn Connor for a significant

period of time, it’s difficult to stop thinking of him as my fiancé

overnight, or even over the span of months. This was supposed

to be the week our ruse ended, yet here he stands, surprising me

alongside our friends. His