I stood at the back of the balcony, tucked deep into the shadows, hidden from view. The sun was starting its descent, casting the entire garden below in a golden glow. The warm breeze danced through the trees, making the leaves whisper, but all I could focus on was the conversation happening below. Three women gathered around the grand marble fountain, the center of attention being the one in a rich red gown.
Her voice rang out loud enough to carry on the breeze, and it grated on my ears. "I should have worn my white dress," she announced dramatically, smoothing down her crimson skirt. "Callum likes white. But no doubt everyone’s wearing white today."
I couldn’t help but raise a brow at that. The dress was anything but shabby, the deep red fabric glinting in the sunlight as if woven from
