Before long they were engaged in daily activities and the attack on Trent’s garden was momentarily forgotten.
Maggy wrote late into the night and when she flopped down and pulled the covers up to her chin, thoughts of repairs to Trent’s garden filled her mind. She decided she’d head to a local grower and have them deliver and replant and otherwise repair as much as possible before his return the following day. Although she couldn’t remember all the flowers in his garden, she hoped the vendor she’d contact might in which case, she could restore his garden to its former glory or at least as close as possible. Considering she felt totally responsible and therefore guilt-ridden, she figured it was a good idea.
She woke around ten and hustled downstairs for a cup of her mother’s delicious coffee and explained her plan. Her mother mentioned the gardener Trent had used and Maggy quickly looked up the number and called. Fortunately, he had most of the plants in stock and promised he’d be by around two that afternoon. Maggy planned on meeting him there and was greatly relieved.
She assisted the gardener and it was close to dark by the time they’d finished a large portion of the garden but it was looking promising and she was delighted. They were going to meet up at eight the following more to finish the restoration. She only hoped Trent would be pleased and wouldn’t be upset and think her actions high-handed. Either way, in her mind, it mattered that she try and right the wrong that had transpired as a result of his relationship with her. It just didn’t sit right otherwise.