Where Athens let symmetry make the opening argument, Atlanta answers with something more fluid—the great room's open geometry refuses rigid formality, its wide-plank hardwood floors stretching beneath coffered ceilings that gather natural light from every compass point. Here the limestone fireplace surround anchors the space the way Buckhead's old estates anchor their rolling lots, grounding all that airiness in something permanent and weighty. The kitchen's quartzite waterfall island bridges the casual and the ceremonial, positioned so that evening light floods across honed surfaces just as conversation drifts from the living areas toward the covered terrace beyond. It is exactly this kind of choreographed transition—interior warmth dissolving into exterior canopy—that Augusta will take one deliberate step further.