Chapter 13

Tristan had already stepped out of the car, standing outside with a smile. "Wyn, we're here." As I stepped out, I was taken aback by the stunning scenery that surrounded us. We were in a secluded spot, but the view was simply breathtaking. I glanced around and took in our surroundings. We were on a hillside, overlooking a vast expanse of blue ocean that stretched endlessly before us. The setting sun bathed the horizon in a vibrant glow, while a lush forest lay behind us. Nestled among the trees was an old antique house. Logically, one might expect such an isolated house to feel eerie, but this one clearly did not. The walls of the house were adorned with vast swathes of exquisite roses in shades of red, pink, and yellow, creating a vibrant sea of blooms. I felt a thrill of excitement. "James Galway! Claire Austin! Cappuccino Rose! And Gertrude Jekyll! Oh my!" I circled around the floral wall. Names of various rose varieties floated through my mind. Tristan leaned against the car