I practically floated back to my room after lunch with Sarah, her warnings still echoing in my head but not quite dampening my good mood.

Now that the tension between Tristan and I had melted away, I wanted to do something nice for him.

Something to show him I was trying and that I cared.

I passed a small shop on my way back, its window display full of fresh flowers. Bright sunflowers, delicate roses, cheerful daisies. They were beautiful, and before I could think twice, I was pushing ...