A year later.
The Costa estate had been transformed into something otherworldly, something that could exist only in people's wildest fantasy. The heaven of the estate, the beautiful blossomed garden, had been made into a fairy land, a masterpiece mixed with ethical beauty and mystery.
Moonlight spilled over the endless garden, which was decorated with ivory roses, ranunculus, and hydrangeas with deep crimson calla lilies, their colors entwined like innocence embracing sin beside the endless blossoms. White peonies glowed brightly under the soft lights like the mythical flower that flourished atop forgotten cliffs, illuminating the garden with their ethereal radiance with the rare ghost orchids.
The delicate petals of the flowers glowed beneath thousands of warm fairy lights woven through the ancient tress and scattered the light over the place like fallen stars while silk ribbons danced gently with every passing breeze.
