Beautiful Flowers To Erase Ugly Memories

“Your lunch will be right here, Princess.” Dante dropped the tray of food in front of Mireille’s door.

Mireille had locked the door from behind, shutting Dante out of her room and even when he had repeatedly asked her to open the door to let him in, she had not said a word in response to him.

“Let me know if you need anything” Dante added and walked away from her door.

“Mireille” Belinda called softly, after Dante’s footsteps had faded away.

“He said he made the meal himself, you are sure you do not want to have a taste of it?” Belinda asked.

“I don’t want to and I don’t want to see him at all” Mireille shook her head and Belinda sighed.

Mireille was not telling Belinda what Dante had done to her and she had not given a response to him, no matter how much he had asked her to open the door.

“He is sick and still took out time to make a meal for you, Mireille. I really think you should have some”

“I can’t, Belinda” Mireille shook her head and Belinda got off the bed.

She walked to the door and pulled it open. A surprised look graced her face.

“Wow! It’s this dish!” Belinda picked up the tray with a smile on her face.

“Ossobuco” she grinned.

“I don’t care. Take it away from me. I will get down the stairs and find myself something to eat when I am hungry” Mireille replied.

“Why do that when there is this perfect dish for you?!”

“I don’t need that perfect dish. You can have it to yourself if you love it so much, Bel” Mireille laid in her bed and cuddled her pillow.

“Mireille” Belinda dropped the tray and went to Mireille, sitting by her bed.

“I don’t know what he did but he is clearly sorry”

“Why don’t we talk about something else?” Mireille asked with a tired look on her face. She was tired of talking about Dante and having to relive that horrific moment over and over again.

“Oh, alright” Belinda whispered.

“I have an event next week, would you like to be there?” Belinda asked, finally changing the topic.

“Yes. I would love to be there” Mireille replied with almost no enthusiasm in her voice.

Belinda breathed out heavily and patted Mireille’s hair fondly.

“Since you don’t want to eat what he made, why don’t I go and fetch a maid to prepare you something to eat? Is that fine by you?” Belinda asked.

“Yes, thank you”

*

It was evening and Mireille had not said a single word to Dante all day. Belinda had left already and Mireille was on the couch in the living room, just staring at the TV.

She was barely watching the TV show that was on but she pretended to, anyways. She had tried reading a book but that had not really helped.

Mireille hated that there was this part of her that was still yearning for Dante. She was mad and furious at that small part of her for wishing Dante would come to the living room and she tried hard to suppress that part of her and the part of her that wondered if he was doing better.

Out of nowhere, a maid walked towards Mireille with a bouquet of beautiful blue flowers in her hands and Mireille could not help but fawn over the beauty of the flowers in her hands. But then she suddenly found herself wondering if the maids of the mansion too knew about what had happened the previous night.

“Good evening ma’am” the maid greeted with a lovely smile on her face.

“Good evening” Mireille greeted back and the maid stretched the bouquet of flowers out towards Mireille.

“Here you go ma’am”

“For me?” Mireille asked and different maids trooped into the living room before she could answer, each holding a bouquet of a different type of blue of flowers.

Mireille’s eyes widened in surprise and she got up to her feet, taking the bouquet of flowers from the first maid.

“Yes ma’am. We were asked to present these flowers to you”

A moment of thinking and Mireille immediately knew who could have ordered these pretty flowers. The flowers were so beautiful that Mireille wanted to excitedly accept every single one of them but knowing that it was Dante’s doing, she hardened her gaze.

“Princess” Dante called from behind and she turned to look at him with furious eyes and then back at the maids.

“Drop the flowers and leave. Thank you for them” she said to the maids, forcing out a smile as she spoke.

The maids looked towards Dante for his orders and a nod of his head set them into action. They dropped the bouquets of flowers and walked away.

“So this is it?” Mireille raised the bouquet of flowers in her hands up.

“Flowers? Beautiful, pretty flowers to wipe away the ugly image of you I saw?” She asked with a huff.

“I know you are still mad at me and this is definitely not enough but I am willing to do more.” Dante replied.

“Do you even have any remorse at all? Do you even feel bad about killing them? Or are you just feeling bad that I caught you at it?”

Dante fisted his hands. Truth be told, he felt no remorse about killing them and if someone else still tried to hurt her today, he was still going to do the same thing. He was still going to get rid of that person.

“I don’t even know why you are doing all of this” Mireille dropped the bouquet of flowers to the floor.

“If it is so that I won’t tell the authorities about what I saw, you don’t have to do this. I won’t tell them anyways, so just stop with the damned meals and the fucked up pretty flowers. I don’t need them from you!” She raised her voice.

“And I do not mean that much to you anyways, do I? You can go out there and find a much more beautiful woman to have sex with and everything will be perfect with your life again. Do whatever you want with your criminal life, just don’t stress me out, Dante Romano!”

Dante walked closer to her, his gaze resting on her.

“You seem to constantly forget that before we started fucking each other, you were something to me. You were someone I… cherished and you still have that position, Princess. So stop saying it’s just about us fucking because it is not” he said, stopping in front of her.

“Then what more is it? You like me as your friend’s sister? Or as the stupid, little girl you have to protect? Or you love me as woman now?” She scoffed at her own words and before Dante could give a response, she continued.

“Whatever it is, I do not care as much as you do not care about those lives you wasted”

“Stop. Stop talking! I know you are mad right now but you will calm down soon, I am sure” he sounded restrained.

“And these flowers?” He looked at the floor.

“I will have them brought to you every evening until you let go, Princess.”