Early the next morning, Jacques woke up at dawn, took extra care getting dressed, and finally made his way downstairs with great formality.
Baade and Camilla couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think Jacques wasn’t just heading out for a date, but straight to his own wedding.
“Mom, don’t you think my hands look a little empty?” Jacques asked, glancing down at himself.
“Empty? Not at all,” Camilla replied. “Everything you need is right here. I’ve already prepared the gift for you.”
After all, Jacques was her own flesh and blood. Camilla knew exactly what he was up to before he even made a move.
She fixed him with a warning look. “And don’t even think about touching the flowers in my garden!”
“Mom, that’s not fair,” Jacques protested, already making a beeline for the garden. “Your flowers are so beautiful—if you just keep them to yourself, isn’t that a waste? Beautiful things should be shared with the world.”
Camilla rolled her eyes and turned to Baade. “Does that even make sense?”
Baade shrugged. “Instead of nitpicking his choice of words, maybe you should be more worried about your flowers.”
“Oh no, my flowers!” Camilla exclaimed.
By the time she hurried outside, Jacques had already snipped every single one of her finest blooms—the ones she’d been nurturing for weeks and couldn’t bear to cut herself. Hydrangeas, pink roses, classic reds, even the delicate apricot roses from her prized terrace collection… none were spared.
Camilla pressed a hand to her forehead. “My darling boy, you really do have an eye for beauty. You’ve managed to pick every single flower that was in its prime. If this still doesn’t win you Fidelia’s heart, then all these poor flowers will have died in vain.”
“Don’t worry, Mom,” Jacques said with a confident grin, “there’s no such thing as being too polite. And with my charm, Fidelia is bound to like me.”
“If you were really that confident, you wouldn’t be making such a big fuss,” Camilla muttered.
Jacques gave an awkward laugh. Inside, he thought to himself that Fidelia was so exceptional, it was no wonder he was this nervous.
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