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Chapter Thirty
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.” “Oh
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