Penelope’s POV

I kept walking, past the garden. The cool breeze ruffled the few loose strands of hair. The sky was a soft blush and the air smelled of fresh cut grass and something sweet.

Then I saw it.

A building, small at the edge of the garden, covered in vines and flowers soft with age climbing the walls. This building was only one storey high, making it appear humble as a sweet little garden house, separate from the noise and loudness of the mansion.

I paused and stared at it.

Maybe I ...