Breakfast was served in the garden today.
The air was filled with the fresh scent of flowers, and petals were scattered across the steps. Though the sun was bright and strong, the villa was surrounded by enough trees and greenery to cast a cool shade over the path.
Under the thick canopy, Claire glanced around before slowly asking, "Why are there so many flowers?"
No matter where she looked, she could see flowers—especially pink cherry blossoms and lilies of the valley—blooming in abundance.
Lucien, seated across from her, seemed to be in a particularly good mood, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Aren't they beautiful?" he asked.
"Do they… feel familiar to you?" Lucien asked thoughtfully, watching her expression closely.
"Why should they feel familiar?" Claire asked, puzzled.
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