Wisteria Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He remarked. He means what he said. I can see in his eyes he truly enjoyed his work. It made me very eager to get to know this Mrs. Bianchi. He pushes wooden door that connected the house and the outside garden. As I stepped through the door, my eyes landed on the wisteria tree in front of the small pond. It was a large tree with the same purple color as the one I had in my parents ’house. " Young Walker and his partner are here, Madam." From the corner of my eyes I can see Howl standing behind of a lady as he uttered it.

Suruchi shook her head and stopped her laughter, " Sunshine! In Ahuja house, my room was the last in the lobby. So I just guessed. " Then she opened the door and added," And see! My assumption was right." As the room opened and the smell of wisteria and roses spread out in the lobby. Vihaan inhaled the smell and his fake tantrums vanished. In a blink of an eye he turned to Suruchi but she was amazed by the room decoration and then he also. The bed’s edges were covered by pink roses while the back wall of the bed and the full ceiling was covered by blue wisteria flowers. The room looked like a fairytale story's stage.

How could I have been so close yet so lost? But my shame is swiftly forgotten when my eyes land on the Weston Pack House. It's breathtaking. Marble pillars rise skyward, their pristine white surfaces gleaming beneath the midday sun. The roof, an expanse of obsidian black, stands in stark contrast against the bright blue sky. Golden and silver accents trim the windows and doors, their metallic shine catching the light like scattered stardust. Lanterns, large and ornate, cast a warm glow against the pale gray stone of the mansion's walls. Towering oak trees stand guard at the entrance, their sprawling limbs stretching like protective sentinels. A sea of wildflowers—lavender, crimson, soft blue

And that was where Villa Miravento truly sold its aesthetic sins. The backyard opened wide, the grass cut perfectly, a white stone terrace overlooking the lawn, the ocean visible in the distance between two lines of palms. On the left, bougainvillea climbed the wall. On the right, a row of small olive trees stood there, clearly decorative, not old, but staging could help. A light breeze moved through. The sun fell beautifully. Too beautifully. Annoyingly beautifully. I stopped at the edge of the terrace.

It was like a black rose growing in the night. After leaving the living room, the two slowly strolled along the cobblestone path in the west. There was a corridor in the back garden of the main residence. Above their heads were spider plants dotted with red and white flowers. Even the pillars were decorated with spider plants, making the space look lush and beautiful. The two walked along the corridor and Arabella raised her hand and touched the spider plant above her head. “It would look even better if this was a wisteria flower.”

The first thing you'd notice when entering the estate was the blurry glass wall just at the sides of the huge mahogany coloured front door. The next thing you'd notice is the crystal like doorknob, that looked like it was taken right out of a fairytale book. The Walls that held the whole house together are actually made out of huge rocks and it just adds to the mysterious feel that huge mansion gives off. In addition to it's beauty, Jasmine, Bougainvillea and Wisteria vining plants were thriving on the Stony walls of the estate making it look breath takingly beautiful. The flowers grew all the way to the towering roof tops over head, that blocked my view of the beautiful, sunny, July sky.

“Wow. Now this is a rooftop garden!” He released his hold on Amanda’s arm and quickly surveyed the area, stepping forward to see more of the view. Bushes of roses of different colors, blood red cherry and lemon trees were seen everywhere, planted on specific locations near the cobblestoned pathway. There was a white roofless pergola on the middle with wisteria vines climbing on its beams. Soft yellow lampposts lighted the whole area and specifically on each sides of the pergola which aided Noman’s delighted examination. Amanda was in awe too, but that soon disappeared when she felt a hand snake its way into her waist.

“Do you have a pergola?” She grinned. “I do. It’s my favorite place to read. In the summer the wisteria takes over. I know a lot of people find it to be a bully of a vine, but if you take care of the buds and train the shoots, it can be really beautiful. I’ve tamed mine into a lush awning. It makes a beautiful canopy.” “Sometimes, when things take a little work, the reward’s that much sweeter.” “Yes.” He turned onto the highway and she tried to imagine where they could possibly be going. There wasn’t much out this way, a small naval base, a few hotels, and the coast, but nothing would be open this early in the year.

The stonework of the wings had survived centuries, untouched, as if determined to hold its dignity against the creeping influence of neon. I followed the hush until I found myself at the far terrace of the west wing. It opened to a view so enchanting that it stole the air from my chest. The stone balustrade was draped in wisteria vines, their blossoms pale and ghostly in the moonlight, swaying gently in the night air. Below, the gardens stretched like a tapestry stitched in shadow and silver.

“We’re working with a serious time constraint considering the event is supposed to be held next weekend, but being Luna has it’s perks. The venue is set, as is the guest list. We also have a list of caterer’s waiting on hold. What I need your help with is the aesthetic.” I blinked, still processing her words after several minutes. The blush on my face came from both embarrassment and flattery. “You want my help?” “I do, and what better time to start than right now? Give me all your ideas, and together we can make this night unforgettable.” Hours passed as Sylvia and I talked, pulling up reference images that varied from light and whimsical to dark and sultry. There was something ethereal abo