Chapter 73 Whispers Of The Past

• Aphrodite's Point of View
• The sun was bright in the sky, bathing the garden in golden light as I bent over the flower beds, helping the maids tend to the blooms. It felt good to immerse myself in something tangible, something that required care and attention. The fragrant petals of the roses filled the air, their vibrant colors lifting my spirits, even if just a little. Each petal reminded me that life, despite its hardships, continued to flourish around us.
• As I worked, the laughter of the maids mingled with the sound of rustling leaves, creating a comforting symphony. “Could you hand me that watering can, please?” I asked one of the girls, my heart warming at the camaraderie that was slowly rebuilding in my life.