Then he returns, holding a simple but beautiful basket of flowers, which he deposits on my right side. He winks at me then leaves me alone to search for the card. It takes me a couple of minutes, but I finally find the white card nestled between a tulip and a lilac. It’s handwritten, using shaky lettering: Dear Charly, Good luck! I can’t wait to see your hair! Love, Jamie I close my eyes as I hold the card in my hand. I hope he does get to see my hair. I really do.
