Violet was such a mother—Daphne had forgotten that she was a woman as well. “I don’t know what to say,” Violet sniffled. “Try ‘thank you,’” Daphne whispered in her ear, her grin lending warmth to her voice. “Oh, Daff, you are the worst.” Violet swatted her in the arm, looking more like a young woman than Daphne had ever seen her. “But thank you, your grace. These are beautiful blooms, but more importantly, it was a most thoughtful gesture. I shall treasure this moment always.”
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