The white roses were freshly cut from the greenhouse, their pristine petals adorned with crystalline droplets of water. Caitlin Carter's repeated attempts to warm up to Purple Summers paled in comparison to the heartfelt warmth of this bunch of white roses.
Purple spread the roses at the head and foot of her bed. She gently lay down, closed her eyes, and upon smelling the fragrant scent of the flowers, she felt that everything was still with her, that she had lost nothing at all.
When it was time for lunch, Caitlin came to call Purple downstairs to eat. She brought a brand-new, light purple dress and a full set of pearl jewelry, hoping to dress up Purple for the occasion.
Purple said, "No need, I have my own clothes."
It was just a meal; dressing up to make it overly formal would have appeared affected.
