Poppy could practically feel the hesitance in June’s tone as her friend waited for the punchline. When it finally came, the brunette sucked in a small breath and waited for the axe to fall. She didn’t know why telling Juniper made her so nervous; it wasn’t like her friend could ever form too terrible of an opinion, considering the things they’d gotten up to together, but it still made Poppy’s palms sweat uncharacteristically. She tried to focus all her energy onto the dratted bluebells that didn’t seem to want to cooperate until Juniper finally replied. All at once it seemed like a wave of relief washed over Poppy and the brunette set her flowers aside. She turned towards her friend with a wide, ridiculously giddy grin and nodded. A small giggle bubbled up and out, and Poppy hid her face a touch as warmth bloomed in her cheeks. She didn’t know how explicitly she wanted to share the details of that feeling that the kiss had caused, and how she hadn’t really stopped thinking about it ever since. When Juniper mentioned ruin however Poppy felt her smile fade a touch.
She supposed it was right of her friend to mention as much. It was silly, and dangerous, especially with their debut so close, to be off cavorting with an unknown gentleman unchaperoned. Poppy knew that; she’d lived, breathed, and slept nothing but etiquette - especially these past few weeks as Mama drilled every manner of societal expectation upon her - but she couldn’t help daydream. If there was on fatal flaw the brunette would carry with her through life, it was a penchant to daydream… and sometimes, those dreams managed to get the best of her.
Straightening in her seat, face still warm but this time from embarrassment, Poppy picked up another peony. (Perhaps it would be more accommodating.) She nodded at June gratefully and said nothing more on the matter. Instead, she turned to look at June’ arrangement pointedly. “Your florals are coming along quite nicely,” she complimented. Perhaps June would get the hint and let the subject go, or perhaps not. Either way, Poppy was ready to move on. There was nothing more to say at this stage anyway.
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