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"New beginnings," Jeff agreed, his gaze locked on Michelle, full of promise and hope.

Together, as a reunited couple, they joined the table, laughter spilling over, forks clinking on plates, glasses raised—a symphony of camaraderie. At that moment, all was right in their little corner of the world.

Chapter Ten

"Jeff, this place is straight out of a fairy tale," Michelle breathed, her eyes wide with childlike wonder as they stepped into the Garden Shed in Wilmont. The scent of old roses and earth mingled in the air, a fragrant welcome to what was once an ordinary cottage now transformed into a trove of enchantments.

"Wait until you see the back," Jeff replied, a lopsided grin teasing his lips.

They meandered through the aisles, brushing past antique gardening tools and shelves heavy with potted greenery. At the rear of the store, a wooden sign whimsically painted with looping letters beckoned: 'Enter our Garden.'

"Shall we?" Jeff gestured grandly towards the archway, his voice a playful mimicry of a medieval knight.

"Lead on, Sir Jeff," Michelle played along, her laughter bright and clear as a silver bell.

The garden unfolded before them like the pages of a storybook. To their right, Mermaid Cove glistened with seashells and a small fountain, the sound of trickling water mimicking ocean waves.

"I always wanted to be a mermaid," Michelle confessed, leaning down to admire a quote etched onto a sign.

"Mermaids have nothing on you," Jeff remarked, watching her with an affectionate gaze.

"Flatterer."

"Realist."

They wandered from tale to tale, each section a loving tribute to the stories that had captivated countless hearts. At Alice’s Tea Party, they giggled over a Mad Hatter figurine, its eyes comically crossed.

"Care for some tea, my dear?" Jeff asked, striking an exaggerated pose beside the table.

"Only if it's as mad as this party," she teased back.

Snow White’s Cottage was next, complete with seven tiny benches and a welcoming glow from within. "Think there's a handsome prince inside?" Michelle mused aloud.

"Only if he's tending bar," Jeff countered, tapping his nose with mock solemnity.

"Ah, so no competition then," she said, a playful nudge to his side.

"None at all."

Fairy Land was a riot of colors, flowers woven into arches and twinkling lights strung between branches. A wooden plaque whispered a secret, 'Believe in magic.'

"Looks like your coffee shop on midsummer's night," Jeff remarked, knowing how Michelle transformed the Coffee Loft for themed evenings.

"Minus the caffeine rush," she added, her eyes reflecting the shimmering lights.

"Who needs caffeine when you have magic?"

"Never say such a thing," Michelle playfully chastised with mock horror.

Their next stop was Narnia, a lamppost standing sentinel amid frosted trees and a wardrobe door cracked open to the imagination.

Jeff took a step closer to the wardrobe, peering inside, half expecting a lion or a witch to greet him. "Shall we?" he suggested, extending his hand towards Michelle.

She hesitated for a moment, her gaze lingering on the frosty branches above them before she slipped her hand into his. "Lead the way, Aslan."

The cold air enveloped them as they stepped through the wardrobe, the back of it leading to a snowy landscape that stretched out endlessly before them. A soft, white carpet of fake snow crunched under their feet as they ventured deeper into the unknown world.

A gentle breeze rustled the fur coats hanging inside the wardrobe, whispering secrets of this mysterious realm. Jeff noticed that Michelle shivered, but he suspected it wasn't from the cold as much as from the thrill of exploration. This was her kind of adventure, one where reality intertwined with fantasy.

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