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the manager said as he noted all my requests. "It could be the most important lunch of my son's life," I replied. "I am introducing him to the woman I hope will become his wife." Next, I drove to the florist to order a small bouquet that Vanya could take home with her. I chose white roses mixed with baby's breath, something elegant but not too romantic since they had just met. I wanted to strike the right balance between welcoming and appropriate. "These are for a first meeting," I explained to the florist. "Something that says 'we are delighted to know you' without being overwhelming."

I might not always be this best husband in the world but the fact that you chose me to spend the rest of your life with will always make me feel perfect in every way. The carnations are my way of showing you that I’ll forever be in love with you and devote all my life to you and our family. The peonies are my way of asking the universe to bless us with the most blissful and happy marriage. The lilies are proof of my commitment and passion to you. To us. To the family we have now. And to the family we are going to build. I can wait to see you walk down the aisle looking radiant as always. I love you now and forever, Angel.

Or do I feel like she is interested in him? "Well.. I brought this for you." Eden took the flower bouquet and handed it to Ashley. Ashley smiled and held that flower in her hand. She sniffed it. Someone said it right, If you won't treat your girl well, someone else will. How this person is already here with a bouquet and all. And I was fucking idiot to watching all this helplessly. Someone offering flowers to my wife, trying to pursue in front of me and I have fucking not allowed to do anything.

I am overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the knowledge that he sees in Abigail the same qualities that have enamored me. Abigail's gloved hands hold a bouquet of Lily of the Valley, delicate blooms symbolizing purity and happiness. The fragrance of these exquisite flowers fills the air, mingling with the whispers of admiration and affection surrounding us. Each step she takes brings her closer to our union, closer to a future intertwined in love and devotion.

Turning my head enough to look over at her, I noticed her gasp. Did she just now realize how close she was standing? I turned my gaze back to the flowers and selected one of the dozen that looked the most cheerful and in bloom. “Yes, I’ll take these. She’ll like them.” I nodded. “Wildflowers? You know if you are looking to give a woman flowers as a romantic gesture, we have our bouquets that may be more suitable.” she commented. For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw a pout on those full lips. She quickly recovered and schooled her expression.

I believe the word husband frustrates her. "The flower symbolizes patience and dedication. When someone gives it to you it is like saying, I will wait for the rest of my life," she explained. She even giggled at her own words. "I guess, Mr. Agoncillo gave it to you when you're still a couple. That's so sweet-" "I wasn't the one who gave her that," I firmly replied. I twitched my lips when I felt a sudden bolt of pain in my chest. "Oh, then who gave it to you?" She gave us exchanging looks. I know what she is thinking. It's not her business. Why is she even our event coordinator? What was her name again? Well, temporary people don't need a name in my vocabulary.

The gentle flicker of candlelight added a romantic glow, making the entire venue feel like it had been plucked from a fairy tale. Aria’s eyes roamed over the vibrant red roses that adorned the space, each petal a reminder of the love she and James shared. The choice of flowers was no coincidence—it was inspired by the first bouquet James had ever given her, a heartfelt gesture that had left a lasting impression. Smiling at the memory, she shifted her gaze to the bouquet she now held in her hands. It was a masterpiece, a cascade of lush red roses adorned with shimmering crystals and delicate white pearls. The intricate design gave it an air of sophistication, a reflection of the significance

However, he still had to settle for the best. “I know. I want it delivered to an address in the Poconos.” “Send me the address. I will have it delivered,” Jake said eagerly until he heard Garvin’s next instruction. “I want about a thousand bouquets delivered to Iris’s room in her mansion and another thousand bouquets delivered to her office in the morning.” “What?” Jake was shocked. Had never heard such a thing before, but then again, “tomorrow is Saturday,” he pointed out. “Yes, but she would be in the office,” Garvin gave his assurance, and Jake agreed, wondering how Iris was going to take it. Women loved flowers but a thousand bouquets?”

"Ah, indeed, there are two cherry blossoms, one large and one small." The applause from the audience was deafening. Victoria’s friend was livid, her face turning ashen. Isabella turned around and gave her a mocking smile. "You’re wrong. The flower language here doesn’t represent love, but maternal love. It’s Her Majesty’s deep love for her daughter." Instantly, the applause grew louder. Many young heirs and heiresses from prestigious families raised their paddles, eager to buy the necklace. After all, what better way to please one’s mother than with such a meaningful gift?

Han looked at the types of flowers one by one; he didn't know which one to give because Han had never done anything like this before when he was not married. "To be given to whom and under what conditions, sir?" asked the shopkeeper again. Han turned to him. They certainly know which flowers are suitable for what. "Mmmm, I wanted to give it to my simple and beautiful wife, but she's sick," Han replied. The young girl looked at the flowers on display, looking for the one that matched the buyer's request. "Lily of the Valley flower seems suitable, Master," the girl took the flower he mentioned and brought it closer to Han.