Chapter Fifty-Eight
Venessa’s Point of View
The beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers arrived at the children's community outreach center on a very quiet, slow Wednesday afternoon.
I was sitting at my office desk, completely buried under a massive pile of important grant paperwork and financial documents, trying my best to focus on my work. Suddenly, my coworker Lena walked over to my desk area. She was carrying a stunning, large arrangement of white lilies and deep purple roses in her arms. The flowers looked incredibly elegant, expensive, and high-class. They were wrapped neatly in thick black paper and tied together with a shiny silver ribbon.
“A delivery person just dropped these off for you,” Lena said, a very curious and playful smile spreading across her face. “There is no name or
