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the september air was just under seventy degrees which gave the botanical gardens a nice breeze. myra walked to the edge of the walkway and stared at the lake. how long had it been since she'd seen zinnia? since they were children? myra could have sworn she had seen her around new york a few times, but never wanted to bring it up. she was one of the only people she felt like she could let her guard down. sometimes it was hard to hold back her bitchy attitude, but she honestly tried for zinnia. she leaned against the white railing with her hands crossed in front of her. the new life she lead was much better than her old one. she was well known, included in a lot of events, and even had a few people she could mess with as much as she wanted.
she readjusted her outfit and turned on her heels for the green house. that was where she said they'd meet since the gardens can be a bit large. the green house smelled of flowers and dirt a strange yet sweet mixture. there were all different types of flora and greenery that grew all over. this was probably where they grew before being taken outdoors. myra plucked a single, purple carnation when it started to brown and wither. she watched as it died in front of her eyes. she dropped the carnation onto the floor and looked around. where was her friend?
to myra, zinnia had been like a little sister to her. someone that she got to play with while their parents talked about the arts and charity events. she remembered running down the art galleries hall to feel the innocence that was childhood. the two pulled apart and myra stared, with a little tear in her eye, and forced herself to talk. "it's been ages," myra looked at her friend up and down to realize how much they both had changed. "i'm sorry." she kicked her foot at the flooring and felt her cheeks get hot. apologizing was not her strong suit, but something about her friend made a small light inside of her. myra looked at zinnia and honestly meant every word. how she constantly pushed her away, ignored her calls, and even went so far as publicly avoid the art house completely.
"i am sorry that i was an ass and ignored you after everything. this got a little, well, complicated..." her voice trailed off as she smiled again. myra had called zinnia to talk about life and catch up with someone who knew her on a deep level. sure, odin was always there for a night out, but she really needed some girl time. she wanted to know everything that was going on and what she had been up to. she'd heard a rumor that she left for some time and wanted to really connect again. you can't be all evil all the time otherwise it'd be boring.
myra turned on her heel and took a few steps through the greenhouse to see everything that it had to offer. "how have you been?" perhaps it was too hopeful of myra to think everything could have been swept under the rug and all to be forgiven. yet, she would completely understand that anger zinnia could have at her for being a jerk.
a grin made it's way to myra's face as her zinnia talked about opening her own photography business. neverland photography. sounded quite wonderful and she was her own boss which meant that zinnia could have all sorts of freedom. myra wasn't one to do any form of labor unless it was being the wing woman for odin which could at times be quite a bore. "i'm so proud of you zinnia," myra's voice was soft and heartfelt. she honestly was proud with a hint of admiration thrown in there. "where did you travel to? would you believe i have yet to leave new york?"
zinnia asked about what myra had been up to. myra nodded in response to her statement. busy. yeah, she definitely knew how that was and with all this planning of galas and charity events. not to mention that she hadn't actually spent time with her father in years. it was sort of like she didn't even have one anymore. myra felt like she needed to reply to her or give her something more about her own self. "honestly, i've seen better days, but i'm doing alright." she decided to change the subject to a more upbeat topic and give some time for girl talk. "i got this invitation to a masquerade gala being hosted next week. i don't honestly know what to wear. are you going?"