Epilogue
The flowers on the dining table were beautiful, bursting from the vase with plenty of colour as they filled the room with a wonderful fragrance. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. Delphinas were my favourite flower with rounded petals in a brilliant shade of magenta and a deep blue centre.
“Mother wanted to make you feel at home,” Janssen said as he followed me inside.
“They’re amazing. I know how hard it is to get them the right shade of magenta. She must be proud.”
“Yes, she is.”
“I must thank her.”
He smiled. “You can do that later when we go over for dinner. She’ll be pleased that you like them.”
Janssen’s parents had been very welcoming when I’d met them on a Vid call and again in person and were enthusiastic about me moving in and continuing Gran’s
