The garden was alive with quiet beauty. Majolie moved slowly across the wide green lawns, the dark blue fabric of her dress flowing softly around her legs with every step. The color made her pale skin glow, deepened the green of her eyes, and caught the sunlight like a piece of the evening sky. Reno ran ahead of her, the white Doberman moving gracefully through the grass before circling back to her side. As she walked, Majolie let her fingers trail over leaves and flowers, brushing against warm petals and soft greenery. She breathed in the scent of nature, calm and untouched, as if the world beyond the garden didn't exist. In the distance, near the front of the villa, her father was greeting his newest business partner. Two figures walked side by side along the stone path, their conversation low and controlled. Her father moved with familiar authority, while the younger man beside him carried himself with effortless confidence, hands relaxed, posture calm. They passed beneath tall glass walls and open doors, disappearing into the house where power, contracts, and quiet deals waited. Majolie didn't look back. She smiled softly, kneeling to rest her hand on Reno's head, unaware that this simple moment in the garden marked the beginning of something far bigger than any of them expected.