Lena's POV

The Victorian glasshouse of the Kew Gardens was standing in front of me, and as the sun was fading, I could see the little faerie lights sparkling through the whole building.

Cal's hand softly touched the center of my back and I looked up at him. Instead of looking confident though, like I expected, he looked a little anxious.

"I reserved it for just us, everyone else is gone," Cal replied, as if trying to sell the date. ...