Chapter 158 - Hundred And Fifty Eight
Suzy, adrift in unconsciousness, relived fragmented memories of the past.
Cassandra’s Memories
"A fine choice," Mr. Bradford agreed, his voice warm and inviting. "We have a lovely patch of lilies near the fountain. Would you like to see them?"
Cassandra’s eyes lit up. "Oh, yes, please!" she replied eagerly, a small smile gracing her lips. She had always loved lilies, their delicate fragrance and elegant beauty.
Mr. Bradford beamed. "Then let’s not keep them waiting," he said, gesturing towards the garden path. He led Cassandra through the manicured lawns, pointing out various flowers and shrubs along the way.
As they approached the fountain, a breathtaking sight unfolded before them. A patch of white lilies, in full bloom, surrounded the base of the fountain, their pristine petals glistening in the sunlight.
"They’re beautiful," Cassandra breathed, her eyes wide with admiration.
"Indeed they are," Mr. Bradford agreed.
"They’re also my personal favorites."
Meanwhile, in the study, the atmosphere was considerably less serene. Duke Charles and Count Edmund sat facing each other, the air thick with unspoken tension.
"Why is she wearing a veil, Edmund?" Duke Charles asked, his voice low and serious. He had been observing Cassandra from a distance, and the veil covering her face had piqued his curiosity.