The Blue Demoness that Sylvan Cheney gave her had long withered, and she had gotten used to placing new flowers in the vase in the living room.
Having fresh flowers lifted her spirits.
Summer had passed, the night arrived much earlier, and fireflies could no longer be seen dancing in the sky.
"Miss Yale, these baby's breaths are beautiful. Were they sent by, um, by Mr. Evan?" Butler Santana could never remember the man's name and would get it wrong from time to time.
She knew Jasmine Yale and that man worked at the same company, and he was the CEO.
But lately, she hadn't seen Jasmine Yale go out on a date.
"No, I bought them from a flower shop on my way. Recently, he's... on a business trip," Jasmine Yale looked at the baby's breaths, not lifting her head, fearing that raising it would expose her lie to Butler Santana.
"I was wondering why I haven't seen you out lately. Is he on a business trip? Far away?"
"France."
