Chapter 48 Dance Of Diplomacy

• Eve stepped outside, the crisp morning air biting gently at her skin. The garden path stretched before her, flanked by rows of blooming flowers that seemed at odds with the somber destination she had in mind. Her footsteps crunched softly against the gravel as she walked, each step carrying her closer to the past she could never quite leave behind.
• Eve's fingers brushed against the petals of a pale violet flower as she walked along the path. The delicate bloom stood out among the greenery, almost calling to her. Without much thought, she bent down and plucked it, her movements slow and deliberate.
• She twirled the flower between her fingers, its softness a stark contrast to the weight pressing on her chest.