Ford wasn't sure if she was trying to drop a hint, but he took it as one regardless. Flowers were quite a reasonable ask, particular in exchange for a label of perfect. He'd go to Wildflowers for them, obviously; after Daffodil Grimstone nee Potts had outfitted both his and Verity's weddings it would have felt like a betrayal to buy anywhere else, and she had always given them extremely reasonable prices. Did he know what Jemima's favorite flowers were? He'd brought her some yellowish ones when he'd visited her before the wedding, but she'd never actually taken them. Probably not those. Had she had any input in choosing the flowers for the wedding? He couldn't recall.
She asked about his room and he smiled, conspiratorial, as though they were sharing a private joke. "Too big," he replied, meaning nothing particular by it. After his previous bedroom, which had been intended as quarters for a live-in servant like a nanny, it certainly felt too big. "Maybe I'll grow into it."
She asked about his room and he smiled, conspiratorial, as though they were sharing a private joke. "Too big," he replied, meaning nothing particular by it. After his previous bedroom, which had been intended as quarters for a live-in servant like a nanny, it certainly felt too big. "Maybe I'll grow into it."
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