Chapter 50: 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.
Their colors clashed and danced across the beds, violets with veins of gold, deep blues streaked with crimson, each one more fantastical than the last.
The air was thick with their mingled perfume, floral and heady, sweetened with something faintly spicy.
Small trees stood scattered through the garden, their trunks smooth and twisted like living sculpture.
They bore strange, heavy fruit in odd shapes, some like lanterns, others like clustered stars, that swayed gently in the breeze.