Finally, they arrived at a small clearing, surrounded by the most beautiful snapdragon flowers she had ever seen. The vibrant colors of the flowers contrasted perfectly with the greenery around them, creating a picturesque sight. Beatrice gasped in awe, and Gilbert smiled at her reaction.
Gilbert leaned in close to Beatrice and whispered, "Every time I see these flowers, I am reminded of your beauty," Gilbert spoke in a soft voice, his hand tenderly holding hers. Beatrice felt her cheeks flush with warmth at his words.
"Oh, I do love flowers," she replied, admiring the snapdragon blossoms in front of her and a man beside her.
"I knew you did," he said, his gaze never leaving her face. "You smell like one."
Beatrice's heart fluttered at the compliment. She didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or elated that Gilbert had noticed such a small detail about her.
