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The needle stabbed through the fabric as Sandry embroided a flower. She was angry, and this flower was supposed to be -calming-, but it wasn't doing the job quite proper. The leaf appeared to bleed green and white thread, and she cursed inwardly at her own mistakes.
The fragrance wafted into the room as Lara stepped through the threshold. It smelled of lilacs and daisies, she knew--her favorite flowers--but she wondered what they were for. No one sent her anything, but here they were: a gift to adorn the table, from an anonymous sender.