The young maid knew she shouldn't have spoken to Bonnie the way she had. But the thought of her kind master being misunderstood and disliked by the woman he loved left a bitter taste in her mouth.
No one had ever given him anything out of kindness. If he didn't fight for what he wanted, what could ever truly be his?
The afternoon sun poured down in soft, golden light, casting a gentle glow over Bonnie's fair profile. She said nothing, her expression unreadable. The silence between them stretched on, and the maid wisely kept the rest of her thoughts to herself. She pressed her lips together and glanced at the little puppy nuzzling affectionately against Bonnie's feet.
After a while, Bonnie lay back on the lounge chair. The maid quietly picked up the puppy and stepped away, leaving the garden in peaceful stillness. Only the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze disturbed the quiet.
