He Saw Us

***Hazel***

Brooke and I sat side by side on one of the stone benches bordering the rose garden with the light illuminating the manor casting long shadows across the manicured hedges. The roses were in full bloom—deep deep reds, soft blush pinks, creamy whites—and their scent hung thick in the air, sweet and almost intoxicating.

It was beautiful. Too beautiful to belong here.

The fragrance curle