In a charming London garden, a young woman took a leisurely stroll one afternoon. As she wandered around, her eyes were drawn to a radiant, golden-hued flower. With a smile gracing her lips, she knelt before it, her delicate fingers caressing its petals.

"Ah, that, is a Marigold—a symbol of inner strength, power, and the light that resides within us."

She turned to find a handsomely attired gentleman, exuding an air of aristocratic refinement. He regarded her with a curious tilt of his head.