Windsor Harriman welcomed the guests into the gazebo in the garden, then rushed to the kitchen to serve a plate of fresh fruit. Thoughtfully, he also prepared juice and glasses on the table.
The gazebo's columns were carved with intricate patterns, emanating a sense of grandeur amidst its delicate elegance.
Many plants grew in the premises, providing a cool shelter during the sweltering summer days.
"..."
Looking at the familiar plants in the garden, Kyle Harriman's eyes welled up with sadness. His heart ached dully, but he couldn't shed a tear. Haywire, he crouched in a corner of the gazebo.
Seeing him not running around, Caroline Edwin poured herself a glass of orange juice, which was about eighty percent full, and drank it all in one shot.
Windsor brought a few more pieces of exquisite pastries before sitting in the gazebo, chatting with everyone and playing host.
"How embarrassing. My benefactor had saved my precious Ava, and I don't even know your name."