Hiding in the columns of the establishment across Gracie’s office is a dark shadow. The building used to be a restaurant but is now closed for renovation, the perfect spot for surveillance.
She was lurking in it, bidding her time. She had been there patiently waiting. Patiently watching. And she saw a lot. Clad in a black coat and a wide, broad-brimmed hat and sunglasses to protect her identity. No one paid attention to her because she stood hidden behind the far column where boxes were left for the garbage collectors to pick up later that night. She saw the arrival of those flowers and she knew who they were for, let alone whom they came from. The flowers were nice, but for her, roses are still the best. Soon, James will buy her all the flowers in the world and all the things she sets he
