Chapter Forty
There were ooh’s of appreciation as they all crossed the bridge. It was dark, and a heavy blanket of clouds suggested they might even see the first snow of the season tonight. But with all the lanterns lit, the garden was beautiful. Like a fairytale, just as Nadaria wanted. Aurelian’s chest was puffed full of pride as the others laid on complimentary words about the garden. “Yes. See, it was hard work,” he said. “And just wait, we’ve planted bulbs of tulips and daffodils everywhere. Next spring, it will be so lovely.” Nadaria nodded in agreement. “And so many of the perennials were still alive under the overgrowth. He’s right. It will be so beautiful.” Someone started the music, and a cool hand wrapped around her waist. She turned to Sorin, letting him pull her against his chest. This
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