Two years later…“Are those stationed well?” Mr. Eliot Matthews, Christine's father asked his handyman as he passed by carrying a bouquet of flowers. “Yes Mr. Eliot, everything is ready,” he answered, nodding as he smiled at him. “Perfect, I need everything to be meticulous before they get here tomorrow,” Mr. Eliot said, waving with his hands as he glanced at the beauty of his floriculture gardens. He turned around smiling as he saw Michael approaching him. “Ooh there you are son, finally, I can't handle this on my own,” the old man said, patting Michael's shoulder. “Yeah, we delivered the flowers safely, how far are you on the preparations?” Michael asked, placing one hand in his jeans pocket as he looked around. He had been running these gardens for almost two years, learning the business with the Matthews since they found him. “I don't know, why don't you go around and tell me what you think,” Mr. Eliot said, pushing him slightly forward. “Okay, but I can't stay for long. C
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