Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

Chapter 324

My Billionaire Family 326

Chapter 326

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Though Cherise muttered "childish' under her breath, her feet, betraying her thoughts, moved forward nonetheless.

Stepping outside into the garden, she was greeted by a sea of flowers.

While the living room was filled with red roses, the garden was alive with vibrant yellow tulips.

Around the edges of the yard, a string of twinkling lights glowed softly, mesmerizing her for a moment. It was both childish and charming in equal measure. And there was another directional sign.

From the moment her eyes fell on the red roses, Cherise felt her heart soften.

All she wanted now was to follow the signs and find the end of this strange path, sooner rather than later.

True to her expectations, the area near the main gate and the village road was lined with more blossoms-lilies, camellias, and roses in every color imaginable.

And then, there were the winding strings of lights, scattered like constellations, adding to the surreal beauty of it all.

It was breathtaking.

The village was unusually quiet-so quiet that all she could hear were the faint calls of insects high in the trees.

One, two, three, ten

suddenly disappeared. Without warning, the streetlights, which had been glowing softly, flickered and

embrace of the darkness, her skin looked almost

evening

shoes, and

frame.

hair flowed naturally down her back, messy

a light brown knitted fisherman's hat from the cabinet-a creation of Bella's, with two tiny, playful

looked like a soft, demure little

if on cue, a hauntingly beautiful violin melody floated toward

she had drunkenly played on the violur the first time at Ebb & Flow As the song

musical ear caught a faint voice in the distance, vaguely recognizable as Truman's, speaking in

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three, two, one-the music

music came a cascade of shimmering stars, as if the night sky

path ahead no longer seemed shrouded

Cherise, enveloping

far ahead, at the end of the road,

streamers adorned it, and a banner was stretched

the center of it

him, no one was in

a sleek, fitted turtleneck beneath it, and his hair-immaculate as always-was

delicate bouquet of flowers, his eyes fixed on Cherise, who stood

by some unspoken connection, they both smiled

in time, as though a shared understanding

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