The next day…Marigold laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, Beau's confession replayed in her mind. ‘He said he loved me, he confessed that he did… And even when he did, I couldn't bring myself to say it to him… I couldn't tell him how I felt… Why, why is it so hard…’ She rolled over in bed, grabbing a pillow, and put it over her face, screaming into it. ‘Why can't I just open my mouth and tell him the truth… He's already told me how he feels…’ PurrrrrrShe took the pillow off her face and looked down, seeing Snowdrop cuddled up next to her. She reached out towards her, gently petting her back. ‘Why can't I just tell him how I feel…’ Knock, knock, knock She looked towards the door, letting out a whinged sigh. “Does that mean I can come in,” Angela called out. She got out of bed, walked over to the door, and opened it. “Good morning my beautiful daughter in law,” Angela greeted, with a smile. “Ugh,” Marigold grumbled, walking back over to her bed. “Well that doesn't sou
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