~~ Morris Garden ~~
"Peony, wait," Benedict called, racing to catch up to her.
Peony turned, her eyes filled with tears. "What is it? I have to leave."
"Come with me. It's an order," Benedict insisted, his voice urgent.
Benedict guided Peony to a secluded bench nestled among the lush foliage of Morris Garden. The soft glow of a nearby lamp illuminated the flowers glistening in the night. The air was filled with the scent of rain and damp earth, carried by a gentle, chilly breeze.
"Sit here," Benedict said, guiding her gently to the bench, his touch both firm and comforting.
"What is it now?" Peony asked, her voice wavering with a mix of anxiety and concern.
With a calm demeanour, Benedict reached into his blazer pocket, retrieving a bandage as he carefully removed Peony's heels.
"W-what a-are you doing, Benedict? What if someone sees us?" Peony's worry heightened.