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My grandfather had totally ripped Kew Gardens off there

But my favorite part was the part the public never saw Our personal gardens spanned a few acres and consisted of greenhouses and vegetable gardens, flowerbeds, a wildlife pond, and the secret garden

The secret garden here I was heading now

As a child, I’d fallen in love with the book, and my aunt had helped me carve out my own little space that was hidden behind what looked like a blocked gate

It was not blocked

I brushed ravel path crunched under e froland

If we didn’t have at least three of the four seasons in one day, I’d start thinking so

I passed by the vegetable garden and paused Miles Kingsley had been our head gardener in our personal garden for the past six months—he worked on the public ones, too, but he was happier where there were no people

I felt the same, personally

He was annoyingly handsome—the kind of handsome that turned heads wherever he went, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that hy he preferred to stay away froardens

He was quiet, reserved, and, well

He was grumpy

A real brooding kind of guy

If uy the heroine would bond with and irlish charms

Unfortunately for me, Miles couldn’t stand me

And I wasn’t all that great with the girlish charms, either

“I know you’re there,” he said gruffly without turning around “Why are you watching me?”

I put my hands in my pockets Gosh, I loved a dress with pockets That was really all a woman needed to be happy

Pockets

Real ones

Big enough for snacks

“I was just passing,” I said, shifting from one foot to the other “Is that the pumpkin patch?”

He turned his head and peered at me out of the corner of his eye “It’s the potato bed, Lady Hastings”

Oh

Right Of course There were no tell-tale monstrous leaves of a pumpkin plant

“Gabriella,” I replied quickly

“I’m sorry?”

“Gabriella” I shifted ain “My name”

He turned back to his weeding “You’re my employer”