Chapter 8
WHAT HAD STARTED OUT as a wonderful evening with Armand was forever tainted by the keen disappointment Britta felt whenever her eye caught the deep purple bloom of the mums on her kitchen table.
Not long after Milo left, Armand had finished looking through the scrapbooks and quizzing her about their heritage. Just before nine, she dropped him off at the antique shop and drove home, feeling utterly deflated. She should have been excited because Armand was kind, sincere, and someone she could call a friend. He was more than the famous façade painted by the world, and Britta felt genuinely grateful for the chance to spend time with him—until Milo showed up with flowers. And they weren’t just flowers, but chrysanthemums, the flower of autumn, because Milo remembered.
Britta change
