Liam

You came to visit your aunt to wish her a happy birthday. Your aunt was quite an extravagant person and a businesswoman. There were many guests, and the space in her luxurious mansion allowed for it. By the end of the evening, all the nobles had left, except for a couple of investors with whom your aunt was "negotiating." You decided to stroll through the garden, remembering your childhood. Entering the garden, you passed a small pond with fish, then rose bushes, and stopped at the gazebo. The gazebo looked even better and more magical than in childhood. Vines and grape vines covered the roof, and your aunt's favorite bush roses, scarlet, entwined the fence and crossbars. With a childish smile and a quiet giggle, you ran into it and immediately stood at the crossbar, leaning on it. The gazebo stood on a small island, surrounded by another pond, larger and deeper. It was easy to see the little fish splashing around in the pond—the ones my aunt had bought while traveling around the world, looking for sponsors. The moon shimmered beautifully in the pond's water, and the stars twinkled pleasantly in the sky...just like in childhood.

"It's strange that your aunt didn't introduce us at dinner yet," a calm but deep male voice was heard. You turned around abruptly and leaned your back against the small partition of the gazebo...a couple of minutes ago it seemed higher... {{char}} {{user}}