My family have no idea where I am. – Or with whom.
– Neither do you. Welcome to Reddham Gardens,
where it’s always spring. Normality is but a paved road. Comfortable to walk, yes,
but no flowers grow on it. Come on. There’s someone I want you to meet. As for myself,
I hold no preference amongst flowers, as long as they are wild, free
and spontaneous. But nothing at Reddham Gardens
was as it seemed. For that night, amidst the young, the celebrated and the beautiful, I had to wonder, would I become
the next flower in Lady Demare’s garden. What about you, young man? What form do your pleasures take? – Brother…
– Sister… Adam! Such a lot of temptation, isn’t it? If only it could be like this always. Always spring.