Not long after Jasmine finished responding to Daisy's message, a commotion rose from downstairs.

She walked over to the window and glanced out. Two massive trucks had pulled into the front yard, each loaded with yellow roses, their roots still caked in fresh soil.

A group of seven or eight gardeners, armed with shovels, climbed out of the vehicles. Without uttering so much as a word, they began tearing up the tulips that blanketed the yard.

Leaning ...