Archie
I picked up flowers on my way to the mansion that evening, a simple arrangement of white roses and something with small purple blooms the florist assured me symbolized gratitude, though I mostly chose them because they reminded me of the garden Fiona and I had kissed in a few days earlier, and I wanted to bring some small piece of that memory with me.
Thea looked up in mild surprise when I walked into the kitchen carrying the bouquet, her eyebrows lifting slightly as I set it down on the table between us.
"These are for you," I said, sitting down across from her. "A small thank you, for everything. For your blessing, your advice, all of it. I don't think I would have found the courage to pursue Fiona properly without your guidance these past months."
Something in her expression
