All these gorgeous, never-before-seen flowers in this sea of blossoms, and she couldn't just pick them. It was infuriating.
Faye Yardley asked, displeased, "Don't we get a reward for completing the hide-and-seek game?"
The black-and-red cat paused, then said reluctantly, "The reward is three flowers."
"Kingston, three for you and three for me. Perfect. You pick the flowers you like. They seem to have special properties and significance, so don't just pick them at random."
"Okay, Faye. How about you pick for me?"
But Faye Yardley believed everyone had different tastes and fortunes. "What I pick might not be right for you," she said bluntly. "You should choose for yourself."
Every flower had its own beauty. Faye Yardley carefully scanned high and low, not missing a thing. In the end, she picked her first flower from a low bush—a small, pink lily of the valley.
