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Curiosity has gotten the better of her.

Therese knows full well that her son’s dear friend is the same infant brought to her all those years ago. And with all that has happened since, it is only natural for her to wonder if she has grown up to be a healthy young girl - or if THE CIRCUMSTANCES of that night have affected her in other ways. So, like any mother might, she tries her best to follow the pair at a distance, in secret. No reason to interrupt their limited fun with her snooping.

Except, they spot her and her plan takes an unexpected turn. Rather than shooing her away or being embarrassed, she’s invited to join them. Their excitement is overpowering and in the end, she relents.

After hours of adventuring through the wood, when it’s time to return home, Therese spies the princess whispering in März’s ear. Whatever their exchange is, she’s surprised to see it involves her boy running off ahead and Elise trotting towards her. She complies when asked to bend down, insatiably curious for the second time that day. The flower is an surprising addition to her accessories.

“You’ll excuse my use of cliché, prinzessin. It seemed wrong not to include even one rose.” But surrounding the single, gracefully pink rose there are a number of others. Therese is properly respectful in rising from her curtsy, and is very gentle in explaining the choices she’s made.

Oh, whatflowers she would give him! If only the forest held all the springing buds, allthe blooming petals, all the colors of the rainbow to help her describe themost precious person.

First wouldbe Baby’s Breath, a delicate flower that requires care and attention. Much likeher son, there is such a deep rooted sense of innocence that every time shelooks upon either of them, she feels as if the sins she carries in her heartmight disappear all together. Then there are the soft, pink waves ofcarnations. The flower itself seems playful and energetic, just like thischild. But the color would be a message from Therese; a symbol of his mother’sundying love and devotion to him. Scarlet red lilies, too, would suit him well.Not only to match the vivid shade of his eyes but to speak of his spiriteddreams for the future - full of friends, and hope, and warmth.

There are somany flowers Therese wishes to give März but in the end, the exchange is onlyof a small handful of calliopsis. “These are some of my favorite flowers.Would you like to know why?” She waits for his enthusiastic nodding, then makesa show of lowering her voice for only him to hear. “Because…simply looking atthem makes everyone happy! Look, don’t these colors remind you to smile?They’re so cheerful, just like you.”