The moment we stepped outside, a cool breeze brushed against my face, carrying the sweet fragrance of blooming roses. The garden looked nothing like it did yesterday. Over a few days, it had transformed into something straight out of a fairy tale.
Rows of white and blush-pink roses lined the stone pathway, their petals swaying gently in the afternoon breeze.
Ivy climbed around the marble pillars supporting the open pavilion, while soft blue hydrangeas and lavender filled the empty corners with color.
Sunlight filtered through the glass roof above, making everything shimmer with a warm golden glow.
Long tables draped in ivory cloth stood beneath the pavilion. Servants moved around busily, arranging things and repositioning them again and again. I glanced at the table again.
There were enough desserts to feed an entire village.
