Rose: The Royal End
“HURRY UP PRISCILLA!” yelled an exuberant Elizabeth from her chair. Her posture remained straight despite the poor condition she’d been in a week earlier.
The assistant bustled into the room with a panic-stricken look on her face.
She was holding a bouquet of roses in her hands.
“Finally. What a waste,” said Elizabeth as she grabbed the roses and examined them from every angle.
It was a methodical observation with each petal being inspected for quality.
Elizabeth nodded in approval as Priscilla scurried away before a tongue-lashing ensued.
“You don’t have to be so harsh on her,” I said chuckling as I watched Elizabeth continue to check the roses.
“My brother is getting married. She’s lucky I haven’t killed her!”
Wanda and I started laughing.
Elizabeth looked u
