There Is Nothing To Talk
It was an evening and Favian was out for some work. It left Sylvia with some time for herself. She was in the garden taking a stroll. People in the villa had become so used to her presence that nobody really paid attention to her and where she was going.
She checked on her flowers and smiled, seeing how beautiful they looked. They were healthy and mesmerising. If she could, then she would have set up her room right in the centre of the garden where she would have been surrounded by these colourful things.
Sylvia straightened up after checking the roses she had planted, only to notice some movement to her right. Her brows pinched together, and she ignored it. But when she heard the same rustling sound again, she was alert.
She glanced around, but there was no one. She knew for sure that people rarely came to this part of the property, and that was the reason, Favian gave her that part to create her own garden.
Then who could be there in the evening?