Wendy's POV

"A gift?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper, tinged with shock.

Aidan parked his car outside a white villa with its own garden. Through the metal fence, I could see all kinds of flowers blooming inside, and ivy draped elegantly around the doorway.

The house had arched diamond windows and a pointed roof, bursting with vibrant colors that made the whole scene feel like something out of a dream.

Aidan walked up next ...