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As I ventured deeper into Jace's garden, an unsettling feeling crept over me.
At first, I tried to appreciate the beauty around me...anything to distract from the knot tightening in my stomach. The garden was stunning in that flashy, over-the-top way that rich people adored. Every hedge was expertly trimmed, the flowerbeds were arranged with a symmetry that looked like it had been torn from a magazine, and strings of soft fairy lights wound along the gravel path as if to create a whimsical night.
Of course Jace's family could afford a private gardener. Naturally, everything here was immaculate.
Kids like them seemed to have wealth and power ingrained in their very being. They could act like monsters at school, yet the world would still accommodate them. Teachers turned a blind eye, parents brushed things off with laughter. Nothing ever seemed to affect them.
