Yours, For Good (Cozy Latine Billionaires #4)

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Date : September 20 To : Mr. Smith From : Eleanora Subject : You care!

Dear Mr. B.,

It's been less than an hour since I received your flowers and, I have to say— I didn't expect the two emails I sent yesterday to result in such a lovely gesture.

I would have written earlier but I had to calm down first. I'm only a little embarrassed to admit I teared up as I put those beautiful pink zinnias in a vase (I had to use an app to know what flowers they were, I hope the app got it right). I also pressed one in a book between tissue paper; I want to keep it forever. I had never gotten flowers before, you see.

I didn't mention it in my last emails, but I've been developing a cold. My body started aching yesterday, and I got some difficult news from the JGH, and I'm exhausted and reeling…

In short, I've been wrapped in a blanket dozing on the sofa, generally feeling pretty low, all day today. When the doorman announced the flowers, at first I didn't believe him— but when I opened the door to see them in his hands I was completely gobsmacked!

I noticed the card as I undid the beautiful wrapping paper. So few words (Dear Nora: I care. Mr. Beanpole = only six words!) but they were powerful to me… and written by hand. I like to imagine you wrote the card yourself but, even if you didn't, you must have chosen the words, right, Mr. B.? And they signify that not only you read my emails, but also don't mind my nickname for you and, most importantly, you care.

You care, Mr. B.! Enough to send me flowers and a handwritten card. I could never explain how much that means to me. I've been feeling desperately lonely, the kind that doesn't have to do with having people physically around, but not having people who truly know me.

I don't know if I'll ever have someone I can freely text and call and invite for dinner; someone who wants to spend time with me, and celebrate my victories with me, and hug me when I'm sad. Maybe Sally and I will get there one day, and I'll get to call her my good friend and be in her bridal party if she ever marries. But I can't tell her yet the full truth of who I am. With you, I don't have to overcome that, because you already know so much. The fact that you're out there thinking about me gives me some comfort when I'm alone at night.

Nora

PS: I've attached a picture of your card on my desk. I put it there to remind me that you do read my emails, and as encouragement when I'm working on the program.

PPS: You signed the card as Mr. Beanpole but I've also been calling you Mr. B., for short. It's mostly because I can't call you by the same name as that silly British actor who grumbled and made funny faces but, I have to admit— I started imagining you look a bit like him, mole and all!!!