“It feels like we’re going in circles.”
“Nonsense, darling. It’s just the way it’s designed—part of the experience.”
“We’re supposed to feel dizzy?”
He curled an arm around her. “Don’t worry. I’ve been here before.”
She nodded, then brushed him way, distracted. “Oh my.”
He turned to look. The tall hedges met in a T-intersection behind them. He saw nothing. “What did you see?”
“She’s lovely,” she said, walking back the end of the aisle.
“We’ve already been that way, love.”
She glanced at him reprovingly. “You never told me the employees wore costumes. I’ve never seen one so elegant.”
He’d never told her because frankly, he’d never seen anyone in costume. He followed her, curious.
A lady stood, face pale as vellum, a waterfall of dark curls down her nape; the hedgerow clearly visible through her gown.
He cleared his throat. “I don’t think she works here.”