"Well, my mother and I have your family in our thoughts. Aye, I am Thorne Culpepper. I thought you might have remembered me from your brother's..." He grimaced and then turned to look at the bouquet in question. Thorne shook his head. He wasn't actually sorry that the son of a bitch brother of hers was dead... well, the worst of the lot anyways. Ugh, how in the hell did he disentangle himself from this awful family?

"If you'll excuse me..?" he asked. Then he looked back at the vendor and said, "On second thought, could I get gardenias? I think that is her favorite flower. Yes, Seven gardenias. Ummm, baby's breath?"