Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.Of course, he caught me red-handed, clutching the forbidden flowers, and scolded me. I initially apologized, admitting my mistake, but when the jerk dared to shout and belittle me in front of the servants, I snapped. Out of anger, I shoved the roses into his chest and stormed off, ignoring his angry shouts. My mom found out and scolded me, explaining how close Theo had been to his mother and how much he treasured her memories, especially her flower garden. I knew I was wrong, but my hands had acted on their own
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