When Eleanor came over with the wreath, she noticed their baskets filled with flowers and suddenly remembered the purpose of this outing.

The smile on her face faded, and she looked at them nervously, unsure whether she should approach.

Maria quickly noticed the girl's change in mood.

She looked up from the flowers and waved at her, her gaze falling on the wreath in Eleanor's hands. "Is that for me?"

Eleanor nodded and walked over to her, then crouched down beside her.

Maria looked at the wreath, mostly pink cornflowers, and praised, "It's beautiful. Can you help me put it on?" Eleanor’s wreath-making skills were quite good, clearly from a...