"Haaaa." Gabriel let out a long sigh before inhaling deeply, his chest rising with a contented breath. A soft flush bloomed on his cheeks as he stretched his arms above his head. "God, what an amazing morning! I can't remember the last time April greeted us with such perfect weather."
Anna offered a quiet smile, the gentle curve of her lips tinged with warmth.
She hadn't expected Gabriel to join her for a walk—she had secretly hoped Madame Anaïs would accompany her instead. But when Mrs. Garrel was suddenly struck by a migraine, it was Gabriel who stepped in, and now the two of them strolled through the estate gardens alone.
She didn't really mind. Even after all this time, there was still an underlying awkwardness in Gabriel's presence, but she had come to appreciate his companionship. He had proven himself to be a loyal and steadfast friend, and there was something comforting about having someone so effortlessly reliable by her side.
