A Garden of Goddesses
The soft groan of the majestic doors led to Leon's silent steps on the marble floor, but even those died away once he entered the mansion's living room.
He came to a stop.
His golden eyes grew wide—just a fraction—when his breath was arrested.
What lay before him was something even dreams didn't have the courage to imagine.
A garden of goddesses. At his feet was a scene so tranquil and beautiful it seemed to have been conjured by the gods.
The golden light of the morning sun poured through the high arched windows, casting golden glow on all it landed on. The warmth of it settled on the luxurious living room like a benediction, highlighting the soft velvet couches posed like an opening flower around a glass table. And on those petals sat the women who captured his heart.
