Welcome to Angel River, where every corner holds a secret and every landmark has a tale to tell. In this series, Storied Places of Angel River, we explore the hidden histories, whispered legends, and unforgettable moments that make our little town more than just a dot on the map. Whether you’re a longtime resident or just passing through, these stories are your invitation to discover the heart and soul of Angel River—one storied place at a time.

In a quiet corner of town, tucked behind a vine-covered arbor and framed by tapering porch columns, sits a small Craftsman cottage with diamond-paned windows and a yellow front door. To passersby, it may seem like just another sweet old house—but the truth is, it’s a house that was born of hope, built with love, and kept alive by dreams.

The cottage was constructed in the late 1920s by a woman named Azelie Damont Beaufort, a French widow who had married into the genteel Beaufort family and brought with her a flair for beauty and a deep well of kindness. She built it not for herself, but for her stepdaughter, Millie Beaufort, a gentle young woman who never asked for much—except, once, in a moment of quiet honesty.

To Azelie’s nephew, Lucien, Millie once said wistfully: “All I really want is a home of my own. A cute place that’s big enough for a family. I want a nice husband who treats me kindly and doesn’t care if I’m plain or sometimes stupid. I want a couple of kids who I can dress real cute and teach how to read and write. A boy who will play baseball, a girl to have tea parties with. And a dog. A sweet, fluffy dog that will lie by my feet when I sit in front of the fire in the evening. I want a cute house with cozy corners, where the sunlight comes into the kitchen in the morning. And I want a yellow door, because yellow is the color of hope.”

Lucien repeated the words to Azelie, who quietly set about making Millie’s dream come true. The house was built by hand—local carpenters added the diamond-paned windows, and the porch was made extra deep to keep it cool in the summer and to hold laughter in the fall. The fireplace was set with river stones, the kitchen faced east, and Azelie herself picked the paint for the front door: a soft, hopeful yellow.

Millie moved in with her new husband and, not long after, a baby boy. The fluffy dog came next. For a time, everything she dreamed of was real.

Years later, when life took a turn—as it often does—Millie sold the house to a man named Jon Ross Sullivan, a chauffeur-turned-entrepreneur who opened the Sweet Music store in town. The little cottage became his sanctuary, filled with sheet music, old record albums, and the warm smell of cedar and tea. After his passing, his daughter Goldie moved in with her girls, Marianne and Josie, and the house filled again with bedtime stories, hairbrush arguments, Saturday pancakes, and music drifting through the windows.

After Goldie passed, the girls moved out, and the house became a rental—still owned by the Sullivan family, but quieter than it had been in decades.

Then came 2008, and a gray-skied afternoon when a man named Pete Trevino, new to town and unsure of his place in the world, happened to walk past the little house.

He stopped, drawn in by the curve of the brick walkway and the mysterious hush of the porch. The yellow door gleamed deep within the shadows, a hidden beacon. He didn’t know it then, but the woman who would become his wife—Josie Sullivan—was inside that house, wondering if she should close the family music store for good.

Pete didn’t believe in fate. But he paused in front of that house longer than he meant to. And the yellow door waited, quiet and hopeful.

A new family lives there now, complete with fluffy dog and little ones to play in front of the flickering fireplace. Sunlight still pours through the east-facing kitchen window every morning, just like Millie once wished. And the yellow door still shines.

Because some houses are not just wood and brick.
Some houses are made of promises.
Some houses remember.

And this one—the little Craftsman with the yellow door—was built for love, and has never once forgotten it.

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The House with the Yellow Door features prominently in Sweet Music, the fourth book in the Angel River series, where you can find romance, mystery, and maybe a bit of magic.

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Thanks for visiting one of the storied places of Angel River. If you enjoyed this glimpse into our town’s past, be sure to follow along for more tales still to come. If you have a favorite Angel River memory or a place you think deserves the spotlight, I’d love to hear from you. Leave a comment or email me at misha@mishacrews.com.

Sending hugs from between the pages,

Misha