The Best of Her

Chapter Thirty

Mavis.

"Mavi," Mom shouted from downstairs, making me ruin my eyeliner in the process. Taking a deep a breath, I try to stop myself from smashing the mirror. "Mavi," she yells again and I stomp downstairs, "what is it?" trying to keep my frustration in control.

She was standing in front of the kitchen counter looking down at something. "You just received something," she still doesn't turn around and as I walked closer I see the enormous flower bouquet laying there. My mother lift it and turn around holding a card in her hand. The bouquet was gorgeous, a beautiful arrangement with all kind of different pink flowers. Roses, tulips, azaleas and some others I don't even recognize the name. "I realized I never asked you about your favorite flowers, I hope this is good enough. From June."

After finishing reading the letter, her dark eyes regard me with mischief, a knowing smile dancing on her lips. "How come I don't know that you have a boyfriend," I took the card from her, rereading the words over and over as if to prove they were true, and not some kind of a joke. "He is not my boyfriend,"

"An admirer then?" her curious gaze still on me, and when I look at her I shake my head. "No, he is just someone that is willing to waste his time on me because he thinks I'm worth it," I still can't believe that I agreed to go on a date with him, or that he sent me flowers. No one ever sent me flowers.

"Mavi baby, you're not a waste of time. And I'm happy that this boy sees it, he sounds like a sweet guy." yeah, mom. He is the sweetest, but I still don't see what he sees in me. "I have a date with him, this afternoon." I find myself saying, and mom clap in excitement. "Oh my goodness, that's amazing. You must be so excited." Excited? more like a nervous, anxious wreck. My mom must have seen it, because she was caressing my hair the next second. "Mavis, don't start overthinking now. If he asked you out, he must like you, so just enjoy your time and have fun."

If only it was that simple. I wish I could make it that simple, but its like my brain decided on its own to think about how it could all go wrong. "I will try," I will try, I want to have fun and enjoy my time with June. She warmly smiles and hands me the bouquet, "you have a vase in your room?" I nod and she ushers me away with a wink, "Now, go get ready. Get all pretty and show off."

I roll my eyes and when I'm in the middle of climbing the stairs I turn around, "don't tell dad," she made a face, she doesn't like keeping things from him. "Please, just for now." she waits before nodding, "okay, but remember that your dad loves you, Mavi. And only wants to protect and help you," I know that, but his ways of helping me and protecting me make me feel worst about myself. I only bob my head in agreement, not wanting to argue over this, before strolling to my room and calling June.

"Hey," he sounds eager, as if he was waiting for my call. "I guess you received the flowers," I plop myself on the bed, trying to find what to say to him. "Thank you," my voice sounded strange, I don't know why. "You didn't have to,"

"You didn't like them?" his eagerness turned into concern, and I instantly felt bad. "Oh, no I loved them, I do. You just didn't have to go all out like that." the line was quiet before his voice filled the silence, "you think me sending you flowers is going all out?"

"Euh, yes?" I sound like an idiot. "Mavis, that's like the minimum." I frown at his response even if he can't see me. "No, it's not."

"Yes, it is for me. It's just flowers, I didn't send you a diamond necklace." he argues back. Well for me, it is a big gesture. I don't care that it's just flowers and not diamonds, just the fact that he took his time to go get me flowers and knowing him, he personally picked them because it is no coincidence that they are all pink makes me want to sob. I don't deserve him. "Well, let me tell you that this bouquet is better than any diamond necklace I could receive."