The chilly breeze played with the fur of her coat that she hugged close, and Gloria lost herself in the intricate details of the blossoms, savoring a rare moment of tranquility amidst the impending storm.
"You've cared for these flowers so diligently," Gloria remarked as she plucked one, raising it to her nose to savor its fragrance.
"It's been my duty, Madam," Benjamin replied, inclining his head in acknowledgment of her compliment.
"Finn used to adore these flowers," Gloria mused with a sigh, her gaze softening. "I pray he's found peace in the afterlife."
"Amen," Benjamin echoed, his tone equally reverent. "It's truly a loss that he couldn't join us in this new world."
A small, meaningful smile graced Gloria's lips as she inhaled the delicate aroma of the peony once more. "I'm grateful to still have you by my side as my right-hand man."
