Annabel’s POV I lifted the bouquet slowly, like it was something fragile, something meant to be held with care and not rushed. The soft petals brushed against my fingers, and I brought it closer to my face, breathing in the delicate scent. It was a mix of roses and something sweeter, something softer. My lips curved into a smile before I even realized it, and I closed my eyes for a second, letting the moment settle into me. This was real. Everything about this felt real. When I opened my eyes again, I turned slowly, taking in the room around me. It was like walking into a dream I never knew I deserved. My eyes caught the soft glow from the candle next, then the bright rose petals that were spread across the floor and the bed, not carelessly, but in a way that felt thoughtful. I stepped further into the room, my bare feet brushing against the petals, feeling their softness beneath me. My fingers trailed lightly over the edge of the bed, then over the smooth fabric, and the small
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