"These came in for you, Mrs. Blackwood," Louise said, walking into her office, an enormous bouquet in her hands.
Maren looked up at it for a second, then back down at what she was doing. "Who's it from?”
"It doesn't say a name,” Louise said, looking at the tag attached to the flowers. “It only says congratulations, beautiful. Just like the others."
“Well, put it with the others then," she ordered without looking up.
"I think you have an admirer, Mrs. Blackwood,” Louise said, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear with a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
"Well, whoever it is must be some rich chicken who's refused to show himself,” Maren said, and Louise busied herself with looking through the gifts supposedly previously sent by the same person.
“But aren't you a little curious,
