Primrose pulled a chair closer and sat beside the bed. She placed the flowers into a vase that had been empty for far too long, then filled it carefully with fresh water.
"There," Primrose said with a gentle smile. "Doesn't that look better? If you ever want more, just tell me! I'll bring you as many flowers as you like."
Lorelle's gaze lingered on the vase, the sight of it stirring something she hadn't felt in a long while. After a pause, she whispered, "This … is enough." Her voice softened even more as she added, "Thank you."
[I still can't believe Edmund managed to pull off someone as beautiful and adorable as her.] Lorelle suddenly thought. [Did he use black magic to win her heart?]
Primrose nearly choked on air when she caught the thought. Really? Shouldn't people be asking what kind of black magic she had used to capture Edmund's heart?
Her husband was the perfect package, and Primrose doubted she would ever find another man as sweet as him.
