*Vanessa’s POV*
“When did you have time to do all of this?” Erik asked as I led him up to the side of the wing.
There was a gazebo of sorts attached to the side of the house, which rested on top of a greenhouse that I was able to go in and out of. The large pillars coupled with the glass floor and ceiling made the lighting of the place seem almost iridescent. It shone across the dark canvas of the night around us, illuminating the area even further.
I watched as Erik stepped onto the glass flooring. There were smaller creatures resting there, some of them were even flying around—bright flaps of colour indicated they were butterflies, while the steady, patterned flying of other ones and a gentle buzz indicated that they were bumblebees.
“I had it planned for some time, actually,” I confessed. “But the plans were slightly altered by my brief, well, you know, imprisonment by your father.”
“Fair enough,” he nodded as he walked toward the middle of the space.
