Again, she fell silent for a few seconds. “Yes, I will,” she replied, standing up and wiping her face with the back of her hands. I got up too, watching her compose herself as best as she could. “Parker?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you forgive me for everything I said and did to you?”
That took my breath away. “I— Of course, Olivia.”
She nodded and started walking toward the door. When she opened it, she looked back over her shoulder at me for a moment. “Thank you.”
A few moments later, I returned to Lester. He looked at me with a puzzled expression, and I scanned the room for Olivia, but she was nowhere to be seen.
I truly hoped she was okay.
“Flower Girl, one more minute and I would have broken into that bathroom.”
“Did you see Olivia walk by?”
He nodded, then immediately turned his gaze to Hunter and Jennifer. “She slapped her friend and stormed out."
I laughed.“Deserved.”I admitted and took his hand, refusing to let that ruin our night. “Shall we dance, cowboy?”
He let himself be led, flashing me a smile. As we started dancing, the previous song ended and Katy Perry'sThe One that Got Awaybegan to play. I locked eyes with him as we danced slowly, close together. I thanked God for putting Lester in my life and making me realize that my problems were grains of sand compared to others' hardships.
“Flower Girl...” he whispered at that moment, as if reading my mind, leaning his face until it was right next to my ear. “I love you forever, you know that?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, sniffling tears of happiness. “I love you too, forever,” I whispered, engraving that moment in my heart for eternity. “Of all the chapters of my life, you are the most beautiful, Lester Fury.”
Chapter 4
Daisy Peonia Mary Parker
May, 2013
18 years old
Silver River, South Mississippi, USA
Twelve years ago
Prom ended at eleven o'clock sharp. It was now four in the morning. My face rested on Lester's chest, while a million dreams entwined themselves in my soul.
I smiled.
Him being my first was the greatest gift life could have given me. I couldn't imagine other hands on my body, nor another more perfect situation. Even if... Well. Even if everything happened in the back seat of his car.
“I'm so sorry...” he whimpered, making me giggle. “I should have prepared a nice room. Something special. You deserved more than this, Flower Girl.”
“It was perfect.” I wouldn't have wanted my first time to be any other way.
We had parked the car in the middle of a field, far from people, under a starry sky. It was intimate, simple, ours.
“I'm never selling this car.” He laughed and I joined him.
“Lester, come on. This is a relic. Let's just keep the moment in our hearts. The car… Let it go.”
He gasped. “Sorry, m’lady, but this is a 1967 Chevrolet Impala Sedan. A treasure!”
“Oh. I thought I was your treasure!” I pretended to be hurt, and he peppered my entire face with kisses.
