AMARIS’S POV
It was like stepping into a fairytale—dew-kissed flowers bloomed with a delicate, lush appeal, perfectly manicured and majestic, as though they’d been groomed by the goddess herself.
Not a single petal out of place.
A soft breath slipped past my lips as everything in me halted to admire the royal garden—dazed and utterly enchanted by its beauty. Never had I seen anything as magnificent or tender.
There were rows of them—softly swaying against the morning breeze. Exotic beauties covered every part of the garden: sprawling flower trees, roses, tulips, and daisies, all perfectly sun-kissed, radiant, and spellbinding.
I smiled softly as I wandered deeper into the maze of flowers, dragging in a lungful of the fresh, scented air.
Gosh, how could such a place exist within the
