Book3:WereMyDreamIs

nthem,soIdidn’tknowthesprinklersystemesonatthistime.”

    “Sopyeventmadeyoudashoutthisearlyintothegardenthen?”askedLotus.

    “Itwasnothingspecial,really…”repliedNatalie,smilingshyly.“Ihadproblemssleepingstnight.InfactIdidn’tsleepallnightandsuddenlythoughtofWhiteFairyaherealfiguredangamidsttheflotupimpulsivelyandthoughtaboutgoingintothegardenanddanceamongtheflowerslikeshedid.Ijustdancedforalittlewhilewhenitstartedtorain.No,no…wheomaticsprinklersystemcameon…Whyareyouupsoearlyandwalkingaboutthegarden?”Lotussighedandsaid,

    “Icametoseehowtheflowersweredoing.Iwantohavethebestflementspossibleforherweddingba,butiodosoIneedalotoffreshflowers.Thegardenhereproducesalotofthembutitwouldstillbefarf