The warm sunlight filtered through the delicate glass panes of the small greenhouse, casting a soft glow on the vibrant flowers blooming inside.
Lady Millie stood in admiration, her gaze moving from one colorful blossom to another.
"This small glass house really has such beautiful flowers, Henry," she said, her voice filled with delight. "I love how the house gardener has done their job."
Henry, standing a few paces behind her, smiled warmly. "Thank you, Lady Millie. It's actually my little hobby. I'm glad you find enjoyment in my small creation."
Lady Millie turned toward him, her eyes wide with surprise. "Your hobby? I'm impressed, Henry." She continued admiring the blooms, clearly touched by his attention to detail.
Her curiosity piqued, and she subtly leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, hidden from her chaperones. "Would you consider working for my house, Henry?"
