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Two hours later: I stood before the Thorne Residence, and glanced at my assistant in annoyance, as he handed me the bouquet of red roses. Red Roses. Right, he handed me red roses. Was I going on a date that he brought me red roses. I asked coldly. “What’s the meaning of this?” Eliot wiped non existing sweat on his forehead as he smiled and answered. “Well.. Boss.. girls like red roses, so..” Needless to say, he would have racked his brain to pick something like red roses. But what was even the need? Even the marigold would work. At least, they had some medical properties. I sighed, it was not beneficial to have any argument right now.

I just thought yellow was a lovely, delicate color that represents vitality. "In addition, these aren't ordinary chrysanthemums. This specific variety symbolizes longevity. I picked them intentionally to wish you a long, healthy life, Don Moretti!" It was then that one of the female guests spoke up. "How can this even be considered a blessing? Those chrysanthemums are used to honor the dead in Malvorn—and the yellow ones are specifically used to guide the departed soul. It's clear that the Vittorio Famiglia is declaring war against us!"

“But we won’t make them too deep in color. I’ll select a brighter red—something lively, not overly dramatic.” Clara watched closely. “How many roses would you use?” “Twelve as the core,” Auri answered. “They symbolize commitment and sincerity.” She drew small circles encircling the roses. “Around them, I’ll add blush spray roses to soften the transition of color. That way, the red doesn’t feel too intense.” “Lovely,” Clara murmured. “And then touches of white lisianthus in between,” Auri continued, adding delicate lines to the paper. “White represents sincerity and a fresh beginning. Perfect for a new promise.”

He still wore the black suit from earlier, standing tall by the river, holding a bouquet of yellow roses. The soft moonlight bathed him, lending an air of detached nobility. Seeing her, Chris smiled gently. "Hey, gorgeous." He extended the roses toward her. Adriana lowered her eyes, taking in the sweet scent that drifted on the breeze. "Yellow roses mean apology. What are you apologizing for?" "Nearly six years of marriage… you've given me so much. I owe you a proper apology for everything." He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders, his tone gentle.

"Write, 'I'm sorry things didn't turn out the way you wanted, but it'd be best if we go our separate ways. I hope you understand. Love Ivan.' Whaaat! I didn't see that coming. "I see...but why send yellow roses? Don't they symbolize joy and cheerfulness?" "They also symbolize farewell," he said. Wow, this guy is something else. If a guy sent me breakup flowers, I'd be ultra pissed. I hesitated to leave. "Go ahead and ask," he said. "Huh? What do you mean?" I said. "You are clearly still standing here because you want to ask me something, so just spit it out," he looked annoyed.

she casually asked as they continued their stroll, leaving the garden and continuing along the path that allowed them to explore this idyllic island. "Like yellow for friendship?" he replied. "Or pink for admiration and elegance? Yeah, I'm aware." "And you specifically selected a red rose for me, so I'm guessing you've got a few more plans up your sleeve for this date," she responded. "Well, I was hoping," he said, smiling at her banter. "You could have selected white for purity, or yellow, or even pink...but you didn't. Red roses are for romance, my dear friend. Are you planning on romancing me?" she teased.

She then takes two stalks of roses, the red one and the yellow one from the vase beside her. 'Do you know the meaning of both of them?' Bunga asked. 'What? Their meanings are the same, aren't they?' Alfi asked. 'No honey, you are wrong. Though they are the same, the color differs in their meanings.' She said. 'Tell me more.' He asked interestedly.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

We ended up with each other despite the pains we gave to each other. Now I realized, if red is the symbol of blood, sweat, and tears… Yellow is the symbol of sunshine and happiness. Yellow is the symbol of ‘if we’re in the dark, we’re going to rise again like what sun always do to start the day with a beautiful shine’. And maybe… maybe if we’re going to mix the red and yellow, it would be the symbol of true love, a true love that waits and gives happy ending to those persons who are willing to forgive, accept, and love again.

He gentley put me up against the wall, his arms trapping me in. "Mmmm.... You smell so fucking good." Wyatt purred in my ear as he sniffed my neck. Shivers went through my entire body. He grabbed ahold of my waist and pulled me towards him. Sparks. Holy shit! The sparks! That's the mate bond! I really did have a second chance mate! And dear Goddess, was he sexy. Tall, Handsome, Buff and covered in tattoos.