Lady Lavinia's garden was a vibrant tapestry of colors and scents, the perfect escape from the stifling formality of the drawing room. I walked alongside Theodora and Willa Ainsworth, enjoying their company as we meandered along the stone pathway.
"These roses are particularly splendid," I commented, pausing to admire a bush laden with deep crimson blooms. "I've been considering adding a similar variety to the eastern section of our gardens at Thorneshire."
Willa's eyes lit up with interest. "P-perhaps l-lavender alongside them? The c-contrast would be l-lovely."
I smiled, appreciating her suggestion. "That's brilliant, Willa. The purple against the red would be striking."
Pride flickered across her face at my approval. "I c-could sketch some d-designs for you, if you'd l-like."
"I would appreciate that immensely," I replied, genuinely pleased by the offer.
Theodora gazed around with undisguised wonder. "Your own gardens must be magnificent, Your—I mean, Isabella."
