A whole year prior, the lilies in that very spot had already wilted, not a single budding flower to be found. But this year was different. Even now, the lilies in the garden were still blooming brilliantly, forming an unending sea of white. As she gently drew back the heavy curtains each morning, she would position herself in front of the expansive floor-to-ceiling window and quietly lose herself in that mesmerizing sea.
Hanna had an undeniable love for lilies, so much so that among her cherished possessions lay a single dried lily. Kingsly Scott had once presented this gift to Hanna with affectionate regard. Unable to bear parting with it, she kept it safe and preserved it.
She pondered their shared preferences—could it be because they were twins? She, too, held a deep affection for lilies, yet no one thought to plant such a breathtaking sea of white just for her.
