Abby
Intrigued, I let Karl take my hand and lead me discreetly away from the reception, weaving through the tables and out a back door into the gardens. A mischievous grin plays on his lips as we giggle like teenagers, ducking behind hedges and scurrying across the lush green lawns.
“Where are we going?” I half whisper, half laugh as Karl tugs me along the winding garden paths.
He throws a cheeky wink over his shoulder. “Somewhere you’ve never been before,” he says.
We round a corner and come to a stop in front of the intricate hedge maze, the bushes meticulously trimmed into towering green walls. Twinkling lanterns line the entrance, casting a warm golden glow.
“But I’ve been here before,” I tease, smacking his arm. “Unless you’ve forgotten already.”
Karl smirks; i
