A body emerges suddenly from behind the trunk of a tree, scaring Clara reclining pensively next to a sheep. Anthony perches clumsily on the edge of the wooden stem, staring at his secret love with emotion. She tilts over and on the verge of falling, swiftly catches herself with her left hand holding herself on the ground. The sheep turn their heads in the direction of the couple, amused by the scene, but also intrigued by the two angels that have appeared simultaneously.
The two little cherubs represent their masters’ hearts in the serenity of the countryside, sheep bleat and clouds hover over the scene, fighting over who will win the best view.
Delving all his attention into the moment, trying to captivate Clara with all his might, Anthony appears awkward to the lady who never wanted to be approached this way. She dreamt of a romantic gesture, the man of her dreams offering her a rose, whispering his admiration for whom not enough words were created to describe her beauty. Their bodies moving close to one to another, barely touching, would make Clara shiver, half-frightened, half-appeased. She would feel unavoidable feelings which would only make sense to her.
One of the angels giggles at the pathetic scene. The other one, offended, asks for an explanation as to why Clara is not falling for Anthony. But the truth is the little cherub playing Cupid perceives the ungraceful manners of his master while feeling sorry for the lady. This is an uncomfortable situation for both and the only way out would be to create a diversion.
Torrential rain suddenly pounds from the heavenly skies, participating in the dramatic nature of the scene. All the characters are running away, protecting themselves with bits of fabrics and hiding underneath leafy trees. Alone, wet and desolated, the angel stands still, tears mingling with the rain.