Emma
Rett had promised me dining under the stars.
He delivered, thousands and thousands of stars, artificial in nature, white twinkling lights over our heads. The exterior walls of his home reached up to the dark sky in all four directions. There were multiple openings, solid doors and French doors that I assumed led to rooms within his home. With the lights inside turned off, it was only the courtyard that I saw.
My eyes widened with each discovery.
Even the trees were decorated in shining pinpoints of light.
In the center of the courtyard was a large fountain, one I'd guess was easily ten feet high. The water changed colors from pink to blue, to green, to red, and back to pink. Near the fountain was a table, one singular table with two chairs. The table was covered with a white l
