Lillian Pov

“Wow,” I said, my mouth agape as I entered the beautiful garden. The smell of fresh flowers, the beautiful fountain, and the swing that is decorated in flowers. The floor is full of soft grass and I wanted to feel it on my feet, so I removed my shoes. I sighed, loving the feel on my feet.

“How did you do this?” I asked, touching the beautiful flowers. Roses, orchids, tulips, lilies, peonies, and so many more, I can’t even mention.

“Well, I got a witch to do this,” he said, taking my hand.

“This is so beautiful,” I said, looking everywhere. 

“Look up,” he said. I look...