Jenna placed her handbag on the table and greeted Venice with a warm smile. "I brought your favorite flowers, white lilies," she said, carefully arranging the blooms in a vase, their soft fragrance filling the room.
Venice's face softened with gratitude. "Thank you, Jenna. Not just for the flowers, but for coming to see me when I feel so alone."
Jenna’s smile deepened, reaching her eyes. "There's no need for thanks. This is what friends are for, isn’t it?" She gestured toward a covered tray she’d brought along. "And I thought you might enjoy breakfast together. I made your favorite—white sauce pasta."
Venice’s expression brightened at the mention, a genuine smile appearing as Jenna set up the bed table. Handing Venice a fork, she encouraged her to start eating, using her left hand delib
