Meesha Kyle arched her brows in wonder. She never could have imagined that Myron Gray's mother had finished making the villa's basic, understated, yet gorgeous arrangements and she was not alive.
“What else is decorated by Myron?” She wanted to know more about him.
“That fountain and the master bedroom.” The maid said with a smile.
Meesha Kyle peered at the horizon, admiring the majestic and enormous fountain. She noted that the place was equally opulent, brilliant, and tastefully designed. She admired his choice a lot. She would never have known his choice if she hadn't come to the garden. It appeared that he had never before been colourless. In the past, he liked colours, but it appeared that he had forgotten about them now.
“Madam, look at these beautiful flowers.” The maid pointe
