Pharmacist Gifts For Her Novels & Stories

But the real showstoppers were the high-value gifts: shopping vouchers worth thousands of dollars, laptops, phones, and a top-of-the-line computer. The winner of the computer, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes framed by wrinkles and a crown of silver hair, approached Ashleigh with tears welling up. This was Mrs. Hernandez, a member of the gardening staff. Ashleigh initially harbored reservations about an elderly woman doing such strenuous work. However, Mr. Atkinson explained Mrs. Hernandez's situation – she was the sole caregiver for her grandchildren after their parents tragically passed away. Learning this, Ashleigh had increased her salary and reduced her workload.

She sees me off to the parking lot. “Thank you so much “ I say handing her the bag of gift I got her in appreciation for her patience and assistance. I drive off to the house hurriedly to get everything in place before Cara gets back . I even got her a really nice pair of necklace and bracelets I saw at the jewelry store yesterday, They cost a lot but I will do anything for Cara. I got two perfume bottles too. I get into the shower and sing with so much passion with my eyes closed and thoughts of Cara running through my mind.

Could it be that Hunter is still angry about the last time? She quickly put on light makeup and then went to the mall to buy a gift. The gift prepared for him definitely couldn't be cheap, and it couldn't be things like buying a watch either. For someone of his status, a watch that is too cheap can't be worn at all. She bought a pair of silver-blue cufflinks for 200,000, which were already of very good quality. After buying the gift, she walked out of the mall and saw someone setting up a stall on the side, selling some processed red beans that wouldn't rot.

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

In the afternoon, Reed Group sent out an impromptu announcement, ordering all top executives to congregate in Bridgeport for an emergency meeting. Meanwhile, I was enjoying a peaceful afternoon, leisurely settled in a cafe near the Reed residence, sipping coffee while listening to a high-end property agent detail available luxury villas. Oscar was sitting right across from me. I asked, "Are any of the villas to your liking? I'll pay the full amount for you right now, and the deed can be transferred to you as early as tomorrow." "Have you finally figured things out and become generous enough to spend money on me, Ms. Reed?" Oscar teased.

"Yes, I thought it would be nice to surprise mother and father with it." I studied her features carefully to see if I could detect anything off about her, but she just smiled back at me. When the water was heated, I started to mix in some herbs and allowed them to settle into the water. "Oh, is that a new tea? What herbs are those?" "Just a special blend I picked up. It helps relax the body." She watched as I then served it into two teacups. "Can you please give these to my parents?" I asked. She looked down at them confused. "Wouldn't you prefer to surprise them with your own hard work?"

She grabbed the toy and immediately tried to bite its head off. Lily's eyes widened as she opened her gift: orthopedic compression stockings and a high-end foot massager. "Yuk–yuyu." "You're on your feet all day saving lives and snapping spines. You need something to snap you back. Gently. Comfortably. Vibey." She tearfully laughed. "I hate you. Thank you." Her gift to me? A reservation at The Grand Velvet. The posh hotel I drooled over every time we passed its gilded entrance.

The surrounding staff immediately swarmed forward, pinned me to the ground, and dragged me outside like a piece of trash. Trying to curry favor with them, the manager threw trash at me and ordered the security guard at the door, "Remember her face! Don't let her or the dogs like her inside our store anymore!"` He looked at Queenie with a fawning expression. "After all, only someone as beautiful, kind-hearted, and tasteful as Ms. Steward can appreciate the charm of our products. Cheapskates trying to pass themselves off as wealthy don't deserve to enter our store!"

"After all that talk, you just can’t stand to part with the gifts I gave you, can you?" "Relax." Aurora pulled out another list, her tone indifferent. "I don’t care about your so-called gifts." Joseph’s brows furrowed. Aurora, unbothered, began reading off the list at a steady pace. "In March 2022, you gave me a few counterfeit designer scarves for $0.38 each. “On April 5, you gifted me a heart-shaped chocolate box for $3.78. “On Valentine’s Day, you got me a discount makeup kit for $6.78."

He had been infatuated with only one girl since I can remember, but he doesn’t share anything about her because he thinks that he would never find her. “And don’t go empty-handed. Women love gifts, especially from the people we love,” Zara cooed, giving me ideas of what to gift her. Chocolates, a movie date night, books or even perfume. Azmia was well-known for the rich scent of our exotic perfumes, and before I met Nasrin, I had asked to have a custom-made perfume with a note of jasmine. I could gift it to her. “I will talk to her,” I announced and forced them into a hug, ignoring Khalid’s whine. “Thank you.”