Her unknown admirer sent her flowers every day. Simple garden flowers simply arranged, but as freshly lovely as the dawn.
On Valentines Day she searched through the extravagant bouquets until she found her admirer’s card on a hand tied bunch of anemones.
They made her smile and she chose them over orchids and forced roses. She carried them to the ball that night, selecting a dress that echoed their subtle colours.
Perhaps he watched as she held his flowers to her peachy cheek. Perhaps she danced with him that night. Perhaps he even stole a kiss.
She would never know.