Chapter 82

• Reaching for it, Regina immediately recognized the flower as being the same one Sophia had been playing with when they had taken a walk one morning.
• She kept it. The brunette thought with a smile stretching out across her lips. Suddenly, she remembered the piece of paper it had been wrapped around in, and noticed the blonde's cursive handwriting. There was a note, too?
• Another thing that used to help my mother was the sight of flowers. A little birdie told me that you loved them. I hope this sign of appreciation will help our friendship only grow stronger. I'm sorry for betraying your trust earlier. It will never happen again.