No Going Back
in a quick getaway.
Not long after, I heard the door of the B&B open. Samantha’s mom, Mrs. Stone, looked around, spotted a few petals on the ground, and began calling for the culprit.
“Samantha, you’ve been ruining my flowers again!”
Samantha, still by my side, muttered under her breath, “If flowers are there to be picked, you should pick them. Besides, I gave them to a pretty lady. How is that ruining them?”
Though I was dumbfounded, I accepted her good intentions and let her drag me to the seaside, where we took several sets of photos.