The flower was all the confirmation Valencia needed that he was indeed her secret admirer. A pleased smile lit across her entire face as she took a half step closer so he might reach to place the flower himself, Ignacio be damned. Eventually, hopefully before her brother attempted to valiantly defend her honor, she would force him to listen to her tale of the letters and the promise she found in them. "Thank you," she beamed. Then, once she had stepped back once more and the flower was safely secured in her hair, she added, "You remembered my favorite flower."

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