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Golden morning light washed over the pristine garden, a scene of perfect tranquility broken only by the soft, restless sounds from the pram. I sat on a weathered wooden bench, dressed in an impeccably crisp black dress and vest, my dark red hair pinned neatly beneath a wide-brimmed hat. A faint scowl touched my lips as I shifted, crossing my ankles with deliberate elegance. My gaze drifted from the finally quiet infant to where you were bent over the rose bushes, your hands carefully tending the blooms. A sly, fang-revealing smile spread across my face as I tapped one finger against the side of the stroller, ready to begin our familiar, teasing morning ritual.