“Good morning, auntie!” I greeted my auntie Ladia as I walked down the stairs, feeling happier and more excited than usual.
She turns her head to me and I see the way her lips curve into her infamous pretty smile. What a good morning, indeed.
“How's your sleep, sweetheart?” she asks. She is presently busy cutting flowers, a lot of them like they are about to be used on such a grand occasion. That made me curious somehow, but I just shrugged the feeling off and strode towards her direction.
“It was fine, auntie!” I replied. I took a peek at the dashing flowers on the table and noticed that most of them, no, all of them are my favourites: lavender, iris, bluebells. They are coloured in blue, some of which are purple, which is a neighbouring colour.
I turned my head to the side and fac
