CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The driver drove out of the Southside but didn't go home. He took a turn and headed into the countryside. It was getting late and the breeze was cool and refreshing.

"Where are we going?" Lilian asked.

"Not a shooting range," was Damian's reply.

Lilian pouted and said nothing more. They kept driving until they reached a beautiful fenced compound.

They stepped out and Damian brought out a key and opened the gate. As they walked inside, Lilian's mouth opened wide. The garden was a magnificent sight. She had never seen anything so perfect and beautiful. The driver walked up to Damian's and handed him a blanket.

Were they going to have a picnic? But they didn't pack any food or drinks. What kind of picnic was this?

Lilian wandered through the twisting paths. The flowers were in full bloom. The scent of marigolds, roses, chrysanthemums, bluebells, and daffodils gave the air a concoction of smells. It was beautiful. There were willow trees, swaying daintily in the wind, and a large oak tr