~~~Freya~~~

I wiped my hands on the napkin and stood up. Zoey linked arms with me as we headed to the garden.

The garden was beautiful — soft lights glowing along the winding paths, flowers blooming in every color imaginable, the sweet scent of roses and jasmine hanging in the cool evening air. It felt peaceful. I ran my fingers gently over the petals of a bright red rose, admiring how soft and velvety they felt under my touch.

I could see the hesitation written all over Zoey’s face. She obviously didn’t know how to bring up the matter. I chuckled softly, looking away as I touched another flower, not...