They were becoming more beautiful each day as the blooms opened. The velvety petals were the color of blood and their powdery scent filled the air. “Bye, Lullabelle, be good.” I blew her a kiss, though she didn’t acknowledge me, and then slipped out of the flat. The weather had changed, which it so often did during an English summer, and I’d opted for light gray trousers and a sheer cream silk blouse with a bow detail on the collar. Teamed with patent cream heels and a thick silver necklace, I was pleased with the look. As I’d expected, Tristan was in his office when I arrived. Once more he was talking on the phone. I booted up my computer, then went to put the kettle on. I’d make him a coffee and see if he was true to his word about starting afresh. Jenny wandered in and smiled my way. “Hey Stella, how are you?” “Good, you? Sort it out with your boyfriend?”
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