On another bright afternoon, Elise sat on the green field near the garden with Cynthia. Different kinds of flowers laid beside them. But Elise's blue eyes were glued on Cynthia's nimble hand who had weaved the flowers' stems into a crown. Turning the well-made crown on her hands, Cynthia checked over the structure before passing it to Elise's hand in delight. "What do you think? Beautiful isn't it?"
Elise nodded with all her might. "It's beautiful, Cy!" She saw Cynthia giggled and murmured "excuse me" to take back the flower crown for a moment to place it upon Elise's red hair. "This is how you used it."
