Naomi stared at the flowers in awe. The sunflowers were arranged beautifully, their vibrant yellow petals and bright green leaves forming a perfect display. The sight was mesmerizing, and Naomi couldn't blame Zylan for having a fondness for them. They radiated a simple beauty, pure and unpretentious, something she hadn't seen in a while.
"They're so pretty," she murmured with a smile, her eyes soaking in the bright blooms. The sweet scent of the flowers lingered in the air, blending harmoniously with the sunlight that bathed the garden. It was a moment of serene beauty, one that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Naomi didn't realize she was also part of the scene—her golden hair catching the sunlight, casting a soft glow around her. In that moment, she looked like she belonged in a painting, a figure so naturally stunning that even the flowers seemed to pale in comparison.