The power of small opening paragraph

Emily stepped out of her car, surveying the grounds and house that would be her home for the next couple days. the light snow that fell from an overcast sky landed on giant spruce trees that lined the path, on either side, up to a fountain in the center of a round about driveway. In the center of this fountain was a huge statue of an angel spitting water from her mough, which had now turned to ice. 'totally cliche. . .' thought Emily as she walked up the short path to the house, noticing off to her left, almost hidden in the shade of the trees, a garage of some sort, empty and abandoned. She was an observant person, and the garage intrigued her; but before she had time to ask questions. . .1

"Hey Emily! You like the house, hu? Didn't even cost that much either. . ." Tyson Humes. Emilys old college buddy, they had a psycology teacher together along with Tysons older brother bradely. They were both big into sports, smart, charming, most likely to succeed, good looking. . . they had gone in on a business venture together, and now had millions stashed away. Emily had been a good friend to them both, and as such had been invited to there yearly winter retreat up in they're newest "little" cottage in the mountains. Emily's whole apartment could probably fit in the driveway alone. . .