Enzo could not move his eyes away, fearing he may miss such a vision. Maybe it was her looks, innocence, or childishness. Everything disappeared when she came in front of him. It felt like he could not get enough of her.
He wanted to drown in her beauty. Hazel tried to move the vase aside, and it collided with another crockery set, and the vase fell on the grass.
Hazel gasped and looked at the broken pieces sadly, trying to touch them. Enzo was about to scream not to touch the glass pieces when the maid nearby stopped her and said they would arrange the remaining flowers themselves.
Hazel made a sad face but agreed unwillingly. Enzo walked towards her and touched her shoulders.
"Enzo, you are here," Hazel said joyously. Her smile had him mesmerized. Was she so happy to see him? He wanted her to behave the same way whenever she saw him.
"Hmm, looks like your flower arrangement failed," Enzo said.
