Meeting inolda

Before Alex could fully process her words, she was already moving, her figure graceful as she strode confidently down the narrow path that wound around the house.

Her steps were purposeful, her gown rustling faintly with each motion, the fabric shifting against the earth like a whisper.

Alex, caught slightly off guard by her sudden decisiveness, hesitated only for a moment before hurrying to catch up.

His boots crunched softly against the gravel as he quickened his pace, matching her stride. 

They reached the back, and Alex stopped short, awestruck.

A botanical garden unfurled before him, a vibrant tapestry of life that seemed almost dreamlike in its sudden reveal.

Flowers bloomed in wild profusion, some with petals like molten amber, catching the sunlight in fiery bursts, others with a softer glow, pale and luminescent, as if they'd been kissed by moonlight and remembered its touch.