Violet
The small courtyard was beautiful.
Paved stones created pathways through lush greenery that had been carefully maintained. Flowering bushes lined the walkways, and small trees provided shade over small seating areas. The main house sat at the center of it all, large and lovely with carved wooden details and large windows.
I was stunned.
This boy was from a wealthy home.
My confusion deepened as Aster didn't head toward the main house. Instead, he walked toward the back of it, where a smaller structure sat partially hidden behind the greenery.
My heart started to sink.
The structure was decent enough. The same quality as the large house with a proper roof. But it was far smaller and clearly separate from the main house.
Maybe a converted storage building?
Aster opened the door and stepped inside. I followed, ducking slightly as I went in.
