Alessa's eyes opened just a little wider, and her mouth formed a smile when she saw the white roses. "They're beautiful!" she exclaimed, abit a little softly. She accepted the gift with an open heart.
Standing close to him; her eyes gazed first at the roses, and then up at LaCroix. "Thank you, they're really beautiful." She wondered if there was anymore to this, or if she should head back inside.