As the gardener nodded, acknowledging Mira's request with a polite bow, he began his work with careful precision. Mira observed with a mixture of curiosity and admiration as he gently handled the Senerp flower, his movements deliberate and tender. The Senerp, with its delicate petals and vibrant hues, seemed to shimmer under the afternoon sun, creating a breathtaking contrast against the deep green leaves.
In a low, thoughtful tone, the gardener remarked, "This flower is so rare and beautiful."
Mira's eyes lit up with excitement at his words. "Yes, it is. I've decided it's my new favorite," she said, her voice filled with affection for the flower she had come to cherish.
The gardener's comment elicited a soft, appreciative laugh from him, which in turn made Mira laugh as well. His laughter was warm and genuine, adding a touch of camaraderie to the serene atmosphere of the garden. Then he added, "I'll be keeping an eye on this flower every day. It's truly exceptional."
Mira nodded in agreement, observing how the glass vase seemed to enhance the flower's beauty. "I'd like to be involved in caring for it too," she said. "I'll also watch you water the flower."
The gardener's face brightened at her enthusiasm. "Okay, that would be great. Miss Mira, how about after your work?"
"That sounds perfect," Mira said with a smile, her eyes reflecting her eagerness to be involved.
The gardener continued, "But tomorrow, I'll water the plant after breakfast."
Mira nodded, "That will be fine with me then."
As the gardener finished his tasks, he glanced at Mira with a friendly look. "By the way, you haven't told me your name."
"It's Zayn," he answered, his tone friendly yet formal.
"Zayn," Mira repeated thoughtfully. "That's a nice name."
Zayn's face lit up with a warm smile at her compliment. "Thank you, Miss Mira."
With the conversation wrapped up, Zayn finished his duties and prepared to leave. As the evening began to cast a soft shadow over the garden, Mira stood admiring the now-placed Senerp flower. Its vibrant colors seemed to glow even as the light waned, casting a peaceful aura over the garden. Nana approached, her footsteps gentle on the garden path, and informed Mira that it was dinner time.
The next day, Mira sat at the dining table, dressed in a beautiful light blue sundress adorned with flowery prints. The sundress, with its elegant cut and delicate floral design, highlighted her figure and added a touch of grace to her appearance. She had chosen this dress specifically because its floral pattern seemed fitting for her visit to the garden. The dress swayed gently with her movements, enhancing her natural poise.
Nana, typically accustomed to seeing Mira in formal outfits or casual jeans and a top, was a bit taken aback by the change. "You look lovely in that dress, Miss Mira," she commented, her eyes widening slightly as she took in Mira's appearance.
"Thank you, Nana," Mira replied with a warm smile. "I thought it would be perfect for today."
Once Mira was ready, she stepped outside, the soft light of the morning sun illuminating the path ahead. Zayn was already waiting, standing by the garden entrance. His presence was calm and composed, and he greeted her with a friendly smile.
"Hey, Miss Mira," Zayn said, his tone courteous.
Mira responded with a smile of her own, "You can just call me Mira."
Zayn looked slightly uncomfortable and apologized, "I'm really sorry, Miss Mira, but it was an order given to us that we shouldn't call you by your name."
Mira was momentarily taken aback and wondered how this directive had come about. She realized that even though she hadn't directly shared her name, Zayn knew it. She decided it was best to let it go and not dwell on the matter.
As Zayn began watering the plants, he handed Mira a small watering can with a gentle gesture. "Here, you can help me with this," he said, his voice carrying a hint of encouragement.
Mira accepted the can and began watering the flowers alongside him. The morning air was fresh, and the garden was filled with the gentle hum of bees and the soft rustling of leaves. As she observed the delicate blooms, she noticed that whenever the water touched the flowers, they moved in a charming way, opening and closing as if responding to a gentle touch. The sight was oddly captivating.
"It moves," Zayn remarked, noticing her fascination.
"Yeah, I can see," Mira replied, her voice filled with amusement. "It's so cute and funny." The movement of the flowers delighted her, and she laughed heartily, her laughter mingling with the soft rustling of the leaves. Zayn's eyes twinkled as he watched her, and he joined in the laughter, the sound of their shared joy blending harmoniously with the garden's ambiance.
As Mira continued to laugh, she remained unaware of a figure standing a short distance away. The figure's presence was almost palpable, casting a subtle shadow over the otherwise light-hearted scene. When Zayn stopped laughing and turned, bowing , Mira sensed a change in the atmosphere. She turned around, her smile slowly fading as she saw that the figure was Zamian.