Not long after, the group set off again. Instead of returning to the city, they headed toward the Wildridge Manor—the York family’s old residence.
As they reached the foot of the mountain, Aitana was instantly captivated by the vast sea of flowers spreading out before her.
She pulled over and parked.
Alex, driving behind her, stopped as well.
Aitana rolled down her window, leaned out slightly, and said with delight, “Alex, this place is beautiful. Can I go take a look?”
“There are so many flowers!”
Her aunt, sitting in the passenger seat, had already taken out her phone and was busily snapping photos of the endless field of blooms.