"But I just don't know what to choose, that's why I've come to ask you, Annie."
Upon hearing Annie's response, Fiona's delicate hands gently cradled her forehead, revealing an adorable expression of some distress.
"The best gift is the sentiment behind it, Miss Fiona."
Annie bowed her head slightly and brushed aside a strand of her cascading black hair, gently replying to Fiona.
"But sentiment can't directly be given as a gift."
Clad in pure white gloves, her small hands fiddled with the lace of her dress's hem, Fiona quickened her pace, slightly dissatisfied. Her delicate silver open-toe sandals clacked against the cobblestone road.
"Annie, give me some suggestions."
"Lord Anvis surely has no shortage of ordinary precious items. So, how about choosing some unique and creative trinkets?"
The casually dressed maid pondered for a moment, offering a suggestion regarding the range of gift choices.