Triumphant

"Well, I came because you asked me to."

"Did I?" Riccardo furrowed his brows as he asked.

"In the note you sent alongside the flowers, you wrote it there."

"Right. Flowers. You mentioned someone sending you flowers a while ago. Who was it?"

A stunned Elma opened her eyes wide. "What? It wasn't you?"

"Were you expecting those flowers from me?"

Elma became mutely quiet. She did not have an immediate answer to give. She had thought it was him all along who'd sent those flowers to apologize.

Just then, the wind ruffled Elma's hair as she considered the question Riccardo had just now asked. Was she truly excited somewhere in her mind from thinking it could have been him that sent the flowers? Now that he had asserted to having nothing to do with it, Elma felt entirely stupid for even bringing it up. Perhaps, it would have helped better if she'd put in the effort to sort out the mysterious 'Mister X' before jumping to such conclusions.