Morning came and Angeline screamed loudly when she saw her garden in ruins from last night's rain. The flowers she had planted looked withered and almost dead. Bryan heard the commotion and rushed outside to join Angeline.
"What's going on? Is there a snake?" asked Bryan, startling some of the servants who were trying to find the supposed snake.
"The flowers..."
"What?"
"My flowers... they're ruined," Angeline cried, falling to her knees. Bryan was taken aback by her words.
"Flowers? Why?"
"Can't you see for yourself? All my flowers are dead! Why did it have to rain?"
"Good Lord! Angeline, are you yelling like that just because of dead flowers?"
"Why not? My precious flowers... I worked so hard to plant them and now they're dead!" Angeline whimpered.
The servants gradually left th
