Last night had been the best night of her life. It was true that Cianne didn't have many nights to compare, but if she had, she was sure that last night would still be the best.
With the date still fresh in her mind, Cianne found it hard to focus on the conversation that was going on without her. The high she still felt was probably why she allowed Tranae to talk her into hanging out with her and her friends, in public. Her mind was so consumed with Tristan that she wasn't thinking clearly.
In an effort to keep her mind occupied with him, Tristan had sent her a beautiful crystal vase filled with a dozen long stemmed roses. His choice of color had struck her as odd, but then she read the card.
Cianne,
The orange thorn-less roses are a symbol of my infatuation for you. The single white bud is for your pure heart that hasn't known love, yet. I enjoyed spending time with you and I hope we can do it again real soon,
Truly yours, Tristan