Nero
I didn't know which flowers were Jemima's favourite so I picked her red dahlias. She will have to tell me today what I did wrong or why she hasn't been picking my calls.
At the flower store, I got a phone call from my mom.
"Hey honey. You must be preparing for your flight tomorrow, right?" She asked.
"No mom. I'm on my way." I said holding a bunch of dahlias as I was contemplating on whether to take them or go for the lilies.
"But it's late. You should have rested, then get an early morning flight tomorrow." She advised.
"I know, Mom. But I need to be in office by tomorrow." I said finally choosing the red dahlias.
'Jemima should like this.' I thought.
"Are you just leaving for the airport?" She asked.
I could hear worry in her voice.
I decided not to tell her where I was at
