Blooming The Cotton Tree.
Afternoon.
Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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As Lydia gently cradled the finished jewellery piece in her hands, a sense of pride washed over her. In that moment, she knew that she had transformed not just a gemstone, but a piece of her own soul into a work of art. And as she placed the jewellery on the shelf in her workroom, she eagerly awaited the moment when her people could see it.
The beauty and grace needed to be showcased.
She left the room and started to watch her mansion which was reminiscent of a painting. Lydia moved with poise through every corridor, gracefully she arranged flowers in the vases, ensuring each room of her mansion was adorned with the perfect floral touch, adding elegance and charm to every corner. The parlour of her grand mansion she decorated. The flowers might now bloom much before winter so she was enjoying it.