Before my grand explorations could come to a head, there was something that had to be done behind the scenes. Something that I didn't even know about, you see my parents have done a great deed to keep the money and titles they have(mainly my mother). This included double-crossing and covering up certain public incidents that didn't make it to the papers.
That is why my mother keeps people at a distance, even her family, to her, no one is trustworthy not even friends. Everyone disappoints, and with us being creatures of flesh, our level of disappointment heightens. Our emotional states are similar to glass and our priorities are one-track-minded. Our short-lived stories are engulfed by materialistic items and impressing other fleshed creatures.
One's opinion is so high that they end up lost in their mind, in debt to the industry that could care less about them, and being a pawn to the rich man's hand. Which, I suppose I would know little about since I was born with a sliver-spoon. But even silver spoons don't stay silver forever. At least not in the metaphoric sense even in a world like this one it is better to trust yourself and no one at all. Keep enemies even at a distance because if they get too close, you might just regret letting them in.
After leaving the tea room, we headed to the garden, its appearance seeming brighter than before. Almost, as if I'd never been here, and it makes sense considering the company that trails behind me.
"Magnolia, it seems as if your garden has had a chance of heart, they were gloomy flowers and now they seem to have changed. Still having a rich color but lacking the character they gave off before." Bertram stated seeming to be in awe of the simple plants and I blinked back with a smile. I suppose he isn't wrong but it still alarmed me how thrilled he got at such a basic accessory. I mean don't get me wrong they are pretty but when you've seen something so much doesn't it lose its charm?
Because even though these flowers do indeed seem different deep down I know they are the same ones I've seen for years, covered up by the heat of the sunlight. Spruced up by the gardener so that they appear more charming, and more put together than how they truly are on the inside.
I glance up at the sky, feeling envious of its situation, the still ocean not having to worry about the pleasing company only being there and existing, sometimes changing color. Occasionally, raining down all hail, without having a second to think of what it might do to the ones around it. It is a sort of calming feeling to think about when your mind is in a daze right before it has to snap back into reality.
"Magnolia! Can you show me some of your favorites?!" I raise a brow, "Really anything with the color of blue or purple? I think it is such a majestic color so I tend to gaze at those the most." I walk over to him, putting my hands together, "I feel it is ironic since my estate also gravitates toward those colors."
"In a metaphorical sense or literal?", Lady. Bellum added and I simply sighed, "Whatever, meaning you feel fits best, but if I may add, there is a lot of purple around my estate." Lady. Bellum tapped the edge of her chin, "Just as there is a lot of emerald in ours. I see, so more literal than anything."
I simply gave a nod as Bertram spotted a butterfly, a monarch, a common one to see in these parts. I just haven't seen one in a while, not since Rene' left, a slight smile crept onto my lips before it went.
"Hope", Bertram murmured, "I believe it represents the blooming of a new journey to come and new roles to look forward to." "New Roles?", I questioned as he continued, "Future roles, Magnolia, taking over estates and appointing new hires just as the ones before us did" when they stepped into their destiny."
"Oh, I see, stating the obvious then", "Doesn't it excite you?" I pluck a flower with the color of crimson off of its stem, "Just as plucking this flower does, it simply just..." I lost sight of what I was going to say as I handed the flower to Bertram. "Are you sure you want to give this to me?" "Of course, consider it a small gift for spending this time with me."
"What were you going to say, Lady. Victoria?" "Lost my thought, Lady. Bellum, forgive me."
Bertram smelled the flower and smiled, "It smells of a soft perfume, maybe lavender and mint?"
"Are you going to offer me a flower as well or are you just going to pretend as if I don't exist?" "Oh, did you want one? I didn't think it was your taste." She pointed to a flower that was rather far out, " It isn't exactly, but I don't mind having one. What about that deep auburn one? Can I have that one?"
I usually don't go to the farther parts of the garden and the last time I did I pricked my finger but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I marched over the paved concrete and reached out for the little sun-flower. Quickly beaten to the punch when someone swiped it away, it was a gardener.
"Lady. Victoria, these flowers have thorns at the end, if you want to pick one, please ask us first. We wouldn't want you getting hurt again." I stepped back, a smile plastered on their face as a turn to the head made my face frown up.
They squeezed the stem of the flower, pressing most of the thorns into their thick silver, glove. Wiping the rest of them on their pants as they passed the thorn-less part to me, "Be careful."
I nodded as the Gardener backed into the valley of flourishing plants, and I slowly turned around to re-visit my company. "Here is the flower you wanted..." I passed it to her and she looked past me with a raised brow, "Where did that person go that was behind you?"