Mhia prepared a basket of daisies early in the morning. She planned to bring it to her friend. It had been a long time since she last visited her, and she thought her friend might be upset with her.
"Is it for today, Ma'am?" Rexie asked her.
She nodded. "Yes." Her attention was still on the flowers. She was making sure they were perfect.
"Are daisies really her favorite?" Rexie inquired.
Again, she nodded. "They have been her favorite for a long time."
"By the way, Mr. dela Merced's secretary called earlier. He ordered white roses again. But this time, it's not like before when he ordered a hundred pieces. He only ordered two pieces now."
She paused to think before turning to Rexie. "It's for his wife," she said.
Surprised, Rexie asked, "His wife?"
She smiled. "His deceased wife,"
