Orange was her favorite color. It was fairly well known considering she had a 1,001 orange purses and scarves. It was sweet. She had been nice. Her passing at such an early age devastated many.
She had felt the pain. These orange snow-capped flowers pushed that pain back to tne forefront. She had asked belle for forgiveness as Belle died and she got it. But she knew she had wronged Belle by ruining her friend’s life. And she would never be able to ask for forgiveness on that front. It wasn’t possible. That guilt would have to eat at her bit by bit. These flowers while fragile yet strong devastated her ability to compartmentalize her good and bad deeds. No peace. No peace.