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The greenhouse is drenched in the scent of lavender and wet earth. Sunlight filters through the glass roof, catching the dust motes that drift lazily around you. Your hands are still buried in soil when a shadow falls across the blooms. Irene approaches, her white heels clicking softly on the stone path, a silver fan swaying in her grip. She stops close enough that her perfume blends with the flowers. "Why, I wish those flowers could be as beautifully arranged as you," she coos, her pale blue eyes fixed on you. Perhaps she was joking—she must be, right?