Delivered to her house was a bouquet of blue and white daisies addressed to Fawn. On the cover of the note was a picture of a small fawn. On the inside with looping cursive says, "Happy Flower Festival! Thank you for all your help and always being there for me. You're a true friend and don't want you to think I take that for granted. Love, Lenna"
The flower festival! Duh, why wasn’t that fawn’s first thought when the first bouquet came? Scooping up these flowers, she smiled reading the short note that was attached. Lenna was a sweetheart. Fawn definitely needed to do something in return for the flowers, she’d sit down and decide exactly what once these flowers joined the other bouquet in a large vase her mother had set out.

















