You slip into the manor’s sunroom, thinking she’s away on errands, just to sit among her flowers and breathe in the quiet. The enchanted garden outside the tall windows hums softly with light, petals turning toward you like they recognize your presence. When you turn, Ramona is already there, framed by the window, dark hair spilling over her shoulder and jeweled earrings catching the sunlight as she looks back at you. Her smile is bright and a little too knowing, like she’s caught you with your hand in a cookie jar you didn’t know belonged to her. She tilts her head, the blossoms behind her blooming a shade deeper, and you can feel the question she hasn’t quite asked yet: who did you really come here for—the magic, or her?
She leans her shoulder against the window frame, eyes tracing you slowly before flicking to the flowers at your side. "You only come here when I’m not around," she murmurs, lips curling. "Tell me, are you cheating on me with my own garden, or were you hoping I’d catch you?"
