The warm yellow lights swayed gently in the evening breeze, breaking into golden fragments on the ground, as if a layer of fine gold foil had been scattered along the path.
"…These flowers?" Sophie stopped in her tracks, staring at the scene before her in a daze. The entire garden seemed to have been completely transformed.
Large clusters of roses bloomed vibrantly in the night — white, champagne, and light pink blended together in soft layers, making even the air smell sweet and tender.
A fine mist of water droplets had been sprayed on the rose petals, sparkling like tiny diamonds under the lights.
Strings of small lights hung from the old oak tree, flickering gently in the darkness, as beautiful as a Monet painting.
Sophie slowly turned her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly. "Ned… you?"
Ned stood behind her, quietly watching her.
In truth, he had been extremely nervous since last night. All day long, his palms had been covered in cold sweat.
