Marcel's POV
I led Christina through the dim corridor, a path I knew by heart, the faint scent of evening roses and flowers carried in by the breeze. I hadn't planned on bringing her here; for some reason, I hadn't even thought about the place we were going to in a long time. It was like I had forgotten about it.
But something about today, about having her in my space while she stared with wide eyes at my creations, made me want to share.
She didn't ask where we were going, though I could practically feel her curious eye on me. She just followed, her fingers resting lightly in my grasp. I held on loosely so she could pull away if she wanted to, but I doubted she would.
When we finally got to the end of the corridor and stepped outside, I heard her sharp intake of breath. Well, she sure
