The marble chilled my bare feet. I stood in the foyer, certain she could see my
heart thrumping. I had pricked my thumb picking the rose. The sting was little
compared to what I had coming. She smelled ... like her garden. She knelt, her
soft hand lifted my face to her smile. "Don't be afraid little one. Let's go pick more.
I'm certain your mum would want a full bouquet."