With a gentle squeeze of Ophelia's hand, Leonard rose from the bench, offering her his arm as they made their way back to the estate. The snowfall had intensified slightly, creating a picturesque scene as they walked, their footprints leaving a trail behind them.
As they entered the warmth of the estate, Ophelia couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, knowing that her time here with Leonard was drawing to a close. But she pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the present moment.
Leonard led her through the halls of the estate, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpets that lined the floors.
They passed by grand tapestries and ornate furnishings, the air filled with the comforting scent of burning logs from the nearby hearth.
Finally, they arrived at a set of double doors at the end of a long corridor. Leonard paused, turning to Ophelia with a small smile. "This is something I've been meaning to show you," he said, his eyes alight with excitement.
