Alpha Damon
“Come on, we won't be long.”
A few minutes later, we stepped through a hidden iron gate at the back of the estate. The path was narrow, overgrown with ivy and tucked between two tall hedges I’d never even noticed before. The scent of jasmine hung heavy in the air.
He pushed open a small wooden door, and I gasped.
The secret garden was bathed in soft candlelight. A table sat in the center, covered in white linen, a bottle of chilled wine, two plates already waiting, steam still curling from the food. Fairy lights strung between the trees danced above our heads like stars tangled in the branches.
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