"I know he does," she replied with a smile, knowing full well that her father did appreciate the efforts. How often had he voiced his particular fondness of purple whenever he crossed the path of the purple petunias, or how he'd mentioned almost daily he loved the dining room's purple and gold floral wallpaper when Mama had redone it?
"I am rather fond of pink carnations," she replied. Did he intend to send her flowers? Men usually did not ask what she preferred; in past years the ones who sent flowers had sent arrangements with all sorts, and she'd never given twice a thought of their beauty, instead trying to decode their meanings. "And do you have a favorite, Mr. Crouch, or is that not the sort of thing a man considers?" she asked, her smile broadening ever so slightly.
"I am rather fond of pink carnations," she replied. Did he intend to send her flowers? Men usually did not ask what she preferred; in past years the ones who sent flowers had sent arrangements with all sorts, and she'd never given twice a thought of their beauty, instead trying to decode their meanings. "And do you have a favorite, Mr. Crouch, or is that not the sort of thing a man considers?" she asked, her smile broadening ever so slightly.
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