“Perfect,” I say cheerily. “Roses.” Ellie gives me a knowing look. “Is that just the first flower that came to mind?” “Maybe, but it seems fitting,” I defend. “I admire the rose and its thorns. Even the prettiest things can bite.” Slowly, Ellie nods in agreement. “Then roses it is.” I watch her bustle around the room once again, ensuring everything is in order for the night. “And they will certainly be easy to find. There is a private rose garden here on the grounds. Pretty pink ones, I believe.” I bat her away when she tries to fluff the pillow behind my back.
