The private investigator went to see his client, returned her money and said he could no longer take the case. Today’s Author
She stood in the middle of the room, clutching the heavy envelope, confused.
She had hoped he would help her find her admirer. “Perhaps he’d come around later,” she thought. He could do with the money.
That evening, she opened her mailbox, and sure enough, there were a bunch of white lilies as usual.
With a slender smile, she took flowers. That’s when she noticed a tiny envelope attached to the flowers.
She frowned, for the first time, the admirer had left a note. She tore it open.
You’re beautiful when you smile at the flowers.