74 Fun time with Aunt Celia

“The prodigy?” Flora queried, her brow furrowed. “ What or who is the Prodigy? Do I look like the Prodigy to you?” In the midst of the hotel's grandeur, Flora's inquiry hung in the air like an unanswered question. Jackson, though slightly caught off guard by the term, chuckled lightly. "No, no, not at all. It's not about you being a prodigy. I've been following a trail that led me to this place." As they found a more secluded spot in the lobby, Jackson began to tell her what led him to the hotel. "You see, I've been chasing a thread of clues, and it brought me here. I was given a room number, and when I inquired, I was told it belonged to a Flora. The exact suite wasn't disclosed, but that's where the flowers come in." He gestured towards the vibrant bouquet in Flora's hands. "I learned that the owner of the suite I was searching for is a woman. So, in a bit of a leap, I thought flowers might be a nice gesture. That's why I ended up at the reception, asking about a Flo