She glances at the horses and back at me. "Okay. Can you make sure I don't fall?"

I chuckle. "Don't tell me you're scared of horses too?"

"No, not really. But I want to make sure I know what I'm doing."

"Don't worry, Sunshine. I'll make sure you're safe," I tell her, then squeeze her hand.

We stay quiet the rest of the way and approach the brick building Dad uses as his office.

"Is that it?" she asks.

"Kind of," I state.

She arches her eyebrows.

I lead her around the border of thick hedges that are taller than me and up to a pink, arched door. I instruct, "Go ahead and open it."

She tilts her head. "What's inside?"

I wiggle my eyebrows. "It's a secret. You have to open the door."

She bites on her lip, then turns the knob. She steps inside and freezes.

Bright fall flowers in full bloom burst with color. Ivy climbs up the back of the brick office. Green grass fills the lawn. Cedar beams in a crisscross pattern support a glass ceiling that covers most of the secret garden.

I study her as she glances around, taking everything in. Her jaw drops toward the ground as she processes the area.

My nerves flutter again. "What do you think?"

She tears her eyes off the thick hedges and says, "Sebastian, this is incredible."

Relief fills me. I smile, nostalgically remembering all the years I played here with my siblings. I point to the ivy, suggesting, "That could be the backdrop for when we have our ceremony."

Georgia nods. "It's perfect."

I point toward the sky. "My mom didn't want it completely enclosed. She said fresh air was good, but she also wanted to be able to be here when it rained. Plus, she wanted us to have a spot to play outside during those times."

"It's gorgeous. Those beams are beautiful," she declares.

"Don't worry though. Dad had pieces created for the winter when it's colder. We can have those inserted so it closes the space and isn't freezing. Plus, we'll add heaters. And I'll have the glass cleaned so it's spotless."

"I'm not worried," she claims and continues to look at everything in awe. Then she asks, "Why did your family even suggest other places when you have this?"

My stomach churns. I admit, "Because my other fiancées wouldn't have ever agreed to get married here."

Georgia's eyes widen. "Why wouldn't they?"

I blurt out, "Because they're nothing like you, Sunshine."

She stares at me, and my heart feels funny again.

I'm falling for this girl.

No, I am not falling for her.

This is over on January 2nd. That's the deal. None of this is real.

She cautiously asks, "How am I not like the others?"