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She asked, seemingly enthusiastic to hear the answer. “ For my husband”, I said and smiled, “ The bouquet is for my husband”.

She smiled kindly at him and said, "It's rare to see a man making the effort to pick flowers for their other half these days. You must love your wife very much." Looking at the fresh blossoms and remembering Seraphina's smile whenever she received flowers, Caelum felt his frantic heart calm down a little. He smiled back and said, "Yes, I love my wife very much. These are apology flowers. Lilies of the valley are her favorite. I hope this will make her forgive me." The old woman handed him a flower she had picked and shook her head. "What a woman wants is just a man's sincere heart. As long as you haven't crossed a line, and as long as she still loves you, even a single flower is enough for h

he asks and I shake my head. I wait for him till he opens the door and I raise my eyebrows when I see him coming with a huge bouquet of flowers. “It’s for you,” Nathan says, setting it on the coffee table. I frown and approach the bouquet, picking the card from among the dozens of peonies, my favourite. “It’s clear that this is from somebody who knows you well. They got you your favourite flowers,” Nathan remarks with a hint of… jealousy? I read the card and scoff. What the hell? He knows I’m a married woman. Why would he do such a thing?

I selected two bouquets—one for Alpha Lucas and another one for Doctor Harold. Suddenly, my attention landed on the white Stargazer lilies. Memories flooded my mind. After our wedding, I learned many things about Adrian from his mother. During that time, she told me his favorite flower was the white stargazer. The very next day, I gave him a bouquet of beautiful white stargazers. But the moment I gave it to him, he threw it in the dustbin in front of me. He said that everything could turn into ashes with the touch of my hand.

Susan is holding a white porcelain vase, and in it is a delicate blue flower. “This is it,” I say. “You’ve got good taste, Mr...?” She asks. “Petraki. Mr. Petraki,” I respond. She smiles as she places the vase down on the table. “This is a blue orchid, a very rare flower. It symbolizes uniqueness and beauty. I just got it shipped in from China. You’re lucky.” “I’m feeling lucky tonight,” I tell her as I hand over my card for payment. Gently driving so as not to break the vase of flowers strapped to my passenger seat, I imagine how Ruby will smile when she sees the flower and how she’ll thank me. I wonder if I’ll get a kiss again like the last time.

But my eyes went round in alarm when I realized I didn't have any flowers on me, not even a corsage. 'Fuck! What should I do?' The wooden doors would be opening any time now. Then I saw Sally hurrying toward me. She was carrying a bouquet of purple roses which I had initially requested. My mother-in-law, Brigitta Fauste, had her make a new one with peonies, which according to her, symbolizes a happy and fruitful marriage. 'Did Brigitta switch the flowers? Why in the hell would she want me dead when she was the one who demanded this marriage? No! I don't have time for this!'

"Okay, the flowers in our store are all airlifted from San Diego on the same day, very fresh, sir, how many do you need?" Edward thought for a while: "Take nineteen." He didn't choose the ninety-nine roses that symbolized longevity, after all, ninety-nine roses were too inconvenient to hold, and he estimated that his wife didn't want him to be too high-profile. The clerk quickly packed nineteen red roses for Edward. "Sir, are you going to give it to your girlfriend, do you need to write a card?" "No need." Edward took the bouquet in the clerk's hand, and smiled faintly at her before leaving: "The flowers are for my wife, and we don't need the forms of cards."

the woman asked. "I like forget-me-nots. Would that be good for the wedding?" I asked. "I suggest you choose baby's breath," the woman said with a gentle smile. "Because your dress is white, dear." Baby's breath. Such a beautiful name. I nodded. "Sounds good," I said sincerely. "Azalea," Ikaros suddenly said, and I turned. He momentarily rose from the couch and then approached us. "You've been standing for half an hour. Maybe you should sit for a moment," he said with a genuinely concerned look.

Then he went on to say, "You know brother, a woman is a blossom, and there you have a lawn, whether that is daisies, roses, or sunflowers. It could be dandelions, hyacinth, or tulips, and when you discover the one that appears to give you butterflies, just do not ever pluck it. Instead, cultivate and just let it grow." "I can tell you love Athena, brother. But I am hoping that you place her in a suitable vase so that she does not tear you because you are too narrow for her roots. Every day, water her with an immense amount of time, innumerable declarations, and, of course, love and compassion. Never ever let her run out of water so that she will bloom beautifully. Place her where the sun com

Since Anastasia left the office early, she decided to surprise her husband by picking him up from work. First, she drove to a flower shop as she was searching for the perfect bouquet. Her eyes landed on a small and delicate arrangement of sunflowers. Suddenly, Damien's radiant smile flashed in her mind.