"Where are we going tomorrow?" Ivy Holden asked while digging into her food.
"Where do you want to go? Didn't you already make a plan?" Jensen Morrison said. As he spoke, he dipped a spoonful of deboned fish into the broth and placed it in Ivy Holden's bowl.
"I want to see the flowers."
"Sure." Jensen Morrison picked up another piece of fish and started removing the bones. "The production team picked out a farmhouse B&B on a hundred-acre flower farm. We can check it out first. I heard the farmer doesn't just sell dried and fresh flowers, but they also extract essential oils and make flower pastries. If you'd like, we can try our hand at all of it."
"Mhm! Fun that doesn't get in the way of work. An excellent arrangement, Director Morrison," Ivy Holden said with a nod.
Perhaps it was the new environment, or perhaps it was because she had slept the entire flight. That night, Ivy Holden lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
