He tilted his head. "Eighteen."
I nodded. A slow smile formed on his lips.
"So, any prospects yet? Has your father already arranged a marriage for you?"
I shook my head. "No. My father wants me to go to college."
"Alright," he murmured as if filing that information away.
Then, after a beat—
"Do you fancy showing me around?"
"Around this garden?" I asked with a frown.
"Yeah," Asher replied. "I've never been here before."
I arched a brow. "You own this place, and you've never been here?"
He smirked. "My father owns it not me...so, are you going to show me around the garden? What kind of flower is that?."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay then, I guess I'll be your tour guide."
And just like that, I took his hand. But there was nothing to tour.
What could I possibly say about a garden? Th
