Sophia walked gracefully through the garden with her dress brushing against the soft grass as Lia followed close behind.
The younger girl looked around with wide eyes, curious about every corner. She peeked shyly at the blossoms swaying in the wind, as if afraid to touch them yet unable to look away.
The garden was alive with myriad colors.
Roses of deep crimson, lilies as white as snow, and tulips of bright yellow filled the beds in neat rows.
Climbing vines wound around tall wooden arches, their blooms releasing a faint, sweet fragrance that lingered in the air. Butterflies drifted lazily from flower to flower, and the sound of birds singing mixed with the gentle rustle of the breeze.
It was a place that radiated peace, yet carried a hidden energy like a private paradise.
"How is it?" Sophia asked, slowing her steps so Lia could catch up.
Lia's eyes shone as she took it all in. "It's quite beautiful," she admitted with a small smile. "But it seems like a lot of hard work."
