The flowers were blooming more graciously today. That lifted my mood. Me and the gardeners were happy with the fruition of our hard work.
"Sir Castiel was also here every day to tend the garden, too. That charming boy," one of the old gardeners said.
My forehead creased. "Really? I haven't seen him."
"Well, well... I'm sure he's doing that on purpose because he knows the garden makes you peaceful, so he would rather not cross the line." The old lady laughed. "But many were witnesses that he's always been so helpful in bringing more color to this garden!"
"That's true! He even gives us free ice cream during breaks!" a younger one spoke.
That surprised me. I did nothing but stare at the beautiful flowers, displaying their mystery and beauty as if calling for the people to touch them. An enchanting sight. I can't do anything but sigh as if I am drawn under a spell.
I don't really know what to say.
I was immersed into a rare feeling that even my mind couldn't explain.
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Cast a Spell, Castiel
Short StoryIn which Castiel meets the daughter of the housemaid who's been working under his family for years and attempts to cast his spell upon her with his charms.
