It was a Tuesday morning, barely past dawn, when Celeste found her. Sera was on her knees by the fountain, scrubbing years of grime from the stone basin, when she heard the sharp click of expensive heels on the pathway. She looked up to find Celeste Ravencroft standing at the garden entrance, immaculately dressed as always, her expression a mix of surprise and something darker. "What are you doing?" Celeste's voice was cold, imperious. Sera climbed to her feet quickly, wiping dirty hands on her work pants. "Miss Celeste. I'm sorry, I was just-" "I asked what you're doing," Celeste interrupted, moving closer. Her eyes swept over the cleared pathway, the pruned roses, the evidence of restoration. "Who gave you permission to work in this garden?" "No one, ma'am." Sera kept her head down, projecting deference even as her mind raced. "I just... I saw how beautiful it used to be, and I thought maybe it could be saved. I'm doing it on my own time, not during my shift. I didn't think-"
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