KAIDORA
“Oh my,” I whispered as I stared at the wonder in front of me.
It was a garden, but the kind I've only read about in books.
The garden stretched farther than my eyes could follow, with all kinds of flowers I had ever seen, and hundreds of ones I hadn't. It was surrounded by trees with so many branches and beautiful leaves.
And in the heart of it lay a lake so still, it looked like polished glass. White lilies float across its surface, their reflections trembling every time the wind brushes past.
It didn't seem real. It looked like someone had carved a piece of heaven into earth.
“My mother hated ordinary gardens,” Roman whispered, and I turned to see him staring at a tree with a heavy expression. “She said flowers needed more space to breathe, and so my father built this
