Chapter 182
"There isn’t a note along the path. The winds may have blown it away, it dropped before the flower boy reached the manor, or the lord forgot to place one," said Emmett.
Madeline thought it strange since Victor never once forgot to do it. "He knows that I place them in a box. How busy is he to forget to put one? He is the one who needs to rest. Be ready, Emmett. When the lord returns I might trap him in our room and force him to sleep. Place the flowers in our room."
Madeline watched as Emmett picked up the vase. It was beautiful like many of the others he used before. When had he found time to send someone for flowers? All Victor spoke of recently was protecting the manor and the homes of his relatives.
Madeline turned to leave to find her daughters but then something struck her. "Emmett, bring it back here for a moment. I’m sorry I just can’t believe that he wouldn’t put a note there. It isn’t like him. Was it the flower boy he always uses?"
"Yes. The same young man and from the cut, I know it was his mother. Her cut is always so precise and then there is the ribbon," Emmett said, inspecting the small details. It was prepared the same way as all the others.
"Then it must be from him," Madeline said, putting her concern to rest. "He didn’t put a note. Perhaps I am still tired. You can continue to take them to our room. I will find the girls to tell them that I am ready for the picnic."
Madeline left Emmett’s side in search of her daughters. The small rest was what she needed and now, she looked forward to something she did in the past.
Taking Rose outside to have her run around was always something she did daily. Anna was more of a child who did not want to get her shoes dirty and preferred to stay inside so those days outside were Madeline’s chance to bond with Rose.
"Mother!"