Wrong address

One day, Avarice spots a grand bouquet delivered to her door. In the middle of it is a beautiful white Chrysanthemum. "Truth", she mutters.

Then her eyes get pulled towards the Calla Lillies. "Beauty". Hmmm...

The rest of the bouquet consists of red, pink and purple Asters. "Daintyness". She frowns and shouts: "Anyone here lost a bouquet? I think you got the wrong address!"

No reply. 

Is it really for her then? Who would send her such a pure and beautiful flowers? In this moment, however brief, her greed is nowhere to be found. She simply enjoys the flowers she got.