Meeting a Fangirl

Lilly was led through the back garden of Cestine Palace, her breath catching at the sight of the parterre. It stretched before her like a work of art, with flower beds arranged in intricate geometric patterns, edged by precisely trimmed boxwood hedges.

White stone pavements meandered gracefully between them, their smooth surfaces catching glints of sunlight. 

Along the way, ornamental pots overflowed with vivid seasonal blooms, and elegant spruces stood like guardians, their forms sculpted to perfection.

The air was fragrant with roses, jasmine, and a hint of fresh-cut grass, mingling into a heady perfume.

As they walked deeper into the garden, the scenery subtly shifted. Towering trees began to rise on either side, their dense canopies forming a gentle curtain of greenery.

It was here, half-concealed among these natural sentinels, that Lilly first glimpsed it, a vast, round glasshouse with a soaring dome ceiling.