Zayne placed his shirt over Rose's shoulders to cover her up since she was still concerned about anyone seeing her. He moved the pieces of grass from her hair and thought of putting a flower to see how it would look.
He was right that Rose would look even more beautiful while surrounded by flowers. When they called the painter to do their portraits, Zayne needed one for himself of Rose surrounded by the very same flowers in the garden. Perhaps the same ones Rose said they had ruined the innocence of.
"The garden looks good," he said.
Rose glared at Zayne for speaking of the garden's beauty after what he had done. He should have noticed it before when she was outside with the gardeners, not now after what they had done. "We must never speak of this again. I feel like the flowers are aware and the servants certainly know."
"They do not," Zayne promised. "Telling them to stay in their quarters could mean anything. You weren't so concerned a moment ago."