Victorie plus N

Chapter 10: Flower Messages

After everyone left, and after I helped clean up the theater room with Ann (Ann's idea), I'm finally able to head up to my room and rest. I turn into the corridor leading to my room when I notice, far away, in front of my suite doors, is what looks like a basket. Full of flowers. I rush to the doors and pick up the basket. It does have flowers in it, purple carnations neatly arranged. I remember seeing them in the garden yesterday, so whoever gave me this must have gotten them from there. But who gave me this? Was it Teddy, or Ann? Probably Ann, right? Ann was the one "impressed" with my hobby of flower arranging, so it was probably her. I notice a note underneath the handle of the basket. It says in fancy cursive, Flower Message. Only that and nothing else; no sincerely then the name, or just a name, no formal greeting, nothing.

Zero, zilch, nada.

I heave the basket inside my room (it's surprisingly heavy, there must be soil or something inside), and place it on my nightstand by my bed. Then taking my computer off my dresser, I search flower message. A link to a website about the Victorian Era pops up. I click on it, and it takes me to an article about how the Victorians used flowers to send messages. I open a new tab and type in purple carnations meaning. I read several different articles the web gives me and come to the conclusion that purple carnations can technically stand for forgiveness. So then it must be Ann! She felt terrible for accidentally leaving me in the garden, so obviously, this was her ingenious idea of saying sorry. It's actually pretty smart, I wouldn't think that Ann could think up something like this, but she did. Either way, it's nice she did. But I wonder how she even had the time to put it here, it definitely wasn't here when I came down to the grand staircase moments before the doorbell rang and everyone came in. She must have sneaked out somehow while everyone was here.

I close out of my searches and shut down my computer, then get ready for bed, earlier than usual, at 10:30 p.m. Lolita and Ann planned a shopping spree thing for us girls, mainly for me, because I had lost a lot of my clothes (I'm still missing that one suitcase!), and needed to buy more. I mean, no one could expect me to live on 8 outfits forever, right? Since we would all be meeting downtown at 8, I get in bed early and quickly fall asleep.