Much like the previous morning, Ada took too long to come fetch the breakfast dishes and thus Arabella decided she'd done enough waiting.
The young woman made her way to the garden, hoping to find Edgar out there.
The sight of him kneeling before the flower beds compelled her facial muscles to paint the most beautiful of smiles on her.
She nearly leapt out of her place and hastened in his direction, stopping at a mere three feet away from him.
Though the man had noticed her presence long before she stood still, "Morning, Miss. You look radiant today," he pushed his weight up to face her.
"Oh…," the warmth around her cheeks only accentuated, eyes on the flower bed below, "You believe so," she half asked.
"Truly," he affirmed, "It is as though you are much happier and frankly, if it is the case, I am not complaining," he smirked.
"That is kind of you," she uttered in a quieter tone, however, her smile never dimmed, "You seem quite happy yourself,"
