Bella
“Come on Bella, you have to have an opinion.” I could hear the exasperation in Daphne’s voice. We were sitting at a florist, with a dozen samples of flowers arranged on the table in front of us.
“But I told you, I think they are all beautiful.” I said helplessly, reaching out to stroke a petal of a perfect pink rose. “How can I possibly choose?”
“Yes, they are all very lovely,” Daphne said with a sigh, “But the flowers should be special to you. Don’t you have a favorite?”
I looked down at my hands clasped in my lap. “I’ve only ever gotten flowers once, and they were from Wyatt. They were tiger lilies, I think. I guess that’s my favorite.”
“Well, halleluiah!” Daphne threw her arms in the air and turned to the exhausted looking florist. “Tiger lilies it is then.”
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