Knock. Knock.
Lorelle lifted her head, her brows knitting together. Someone was tapping on her window, and she could only guess which of her bothersome brothers had come to disturb her this time.
Her lips parted, ready to snap, when suddenly a bunch of colorful flowers slid into view from the side of the window. They swayed gently, as if the unseen visitor was waving at her through the blossoms.
Lorelle blinked, caught off guard. Her anger slipped away for a moment, replaced by confusion. Slowly, she pushed the window open, wondering who in the world had decided to act this sweet because as far as she could remember, neither of her brothers had ever done anything so thoughtful.
When she turned to the side, she saw Primrose standing by the window, one hand holding a bunch of flowers and the other carrying a basket full of cookies.
