After a meal, Maria decided to have a stroll in the garden. Seeing the gentle rays of the sun streaming through the leaves of the trees relaxed her. She rested on the bench in front of the black dahlias. The flowers danced along with the breeze, carrying the bees which hovered on some of them. It was no wonder that the flowers were so abundant and healthy around the manor because of the mighty presence of those little insects.
"A letter for you, señorita."
Maria turned her attention to the young man in a white polo shirt and khaki pants. Her brows twitched in wonder who was the man who obviously didn't work in the manor.
"For me?" She asked, having her eyes glued on the man who kept half of his face hidden on his cap.
