Chapter 15: Birthday and Bashing

“You have become really good at this,” Diana praised me as I presented the final bouquet I had made to her.

I couldn’t help but beam at her compliments, feeling a sense of admiration at my own work, “Well, I had a good teacher.”

My statement made Diana chuckle as she shook her head in denial but insisting at it I pressed, “No, you are really good; I didn’t know that you could do this. What you make,” I said pointing to the bouquet that was placed on top of the counter, “-is so beautiful that its making mine look shabby.”

“Well this is a florist shop after all,” she said spreading her hands around to signify the presence of an array of beautiful flowers and plants that I had slowly been learning about for the past month. Taking away her twinkling eyes then she took hold of my hands, placing my bouquet aside and cloudiness fogged over the sweet excitement from before in her orbs.

Caressing my band aid covered hand, a result to dealing with thorns from the flowers, she gently touched the