Romans & histoires Receiving Flowers Unexpectedly Caption

When the man didn't answer, I looked up at him again- but to my shock, he was gone. I stepped out the door and looked around, trying to find him, but he had disappeared like smoke. Still holding the bouquet, I went back inside. I set it on my bed and turned back to the mirror to finish getting ready. But something about the flowers made me uneasy, and I found myself turning back to them. Who sent these? I picked them up again and noticed a card tucked inside. I pulled it out and read it. **Welcome back, baby. See you soon.**

“I didn’t expect the flower shop to be this generous in sending you off. It’s such a sweet gesture and the flowers are really breathtaking.” “These aren’t from the flower shop. These are way nicer than what we sell.” She bent to fish out a white card from between the roses. “Here. It’s addressed to you.” Dumbfounded, I collected it and flipped it open, my heartbeat tripling in speed when I read the words written within. The flowers represent what I feel towards you. No one else. Only you. Accept my apology. “What does it say? Who is it from?” The initials at the bottom of the page said ‘A.C.’, but even without it I would have known who exactly it was from.

the girls exclaimed and I blushed. He pulled out a note and the most beautiful flowers from a floral trunk. " We want to see what the note says," the girls were over-excited about this. " Okay, lemme open it," I said. " These are French Marigold... Flowers as beautiful as you, represent good prosperity and hope. They bring vitality and happiness into a home and lately, you're my home, I thought of you when I saw them today," I covered my mouth with my hands after I finished reading the note, however, it wasn't signed.

Routine again. I took my medication with water. Forced myself to eat something simple. The taste barely registered. It was fuel, nothing more. When I stepped into the living room, something bright caught my attention. Flowers. A large arrangement rested neatly on the table. Fresh roses. White lilies. Orchids. Expensive. Excessive. Beautiful. An apology card sat beside them. I didn’t need to open it to know who sent it. Still, I did. I am sorry.

Soft, warm lighting from hidden lanterns casts a gentle glow, illuminating the scene. My eyes are immediately drawn to the centerpiece: a table set for two, adorned with fine china, sparkling silverware, and a single, elegant candle. And then I see it, the words arranged in a stunning display of flowers: "I'm Sorry." My heart swells with a mix of emotions — surprise, confusion and a deep sense of love.

I have been let down too many times to let myself get carried away by a simple gesture. I cannot bring myself to throw the bouquet away, so I open the door and step inside, clutching the flowers tightly in my hand. I drop them onto the small table near the entrance, their vibrant colors standing out against the dull, worn surface of the wood. For a moment, I just stand there, staring at them, as if they might suddenly explain themselves. But they do not. They just sit there, silent and mysterious, like a puzzle I cannot solve.

Gosh! She let it a deep breath and crouched down to pick the flowers. "Congratulations on getting a new job!! The flowers are for you!" Smiles. Å. ** "Who is this stalker?" Hmmm, I hope one day I have readers to give feedback and comments 🥺

“No one ordered the flowers.” Jaxon’s head shot up instantly, turning to Rey as he stared at her. “Someone sent the flowers as a wedding gift... anonymous. “ The two stared at each other, and they thought of who might be able to do such a thing. “The Flowers delivered along with the others, and no one knows who ordered it.” Jaxon’s hands clenched into fists, then he stood up from his chair and then walked to the side where Rey was standing. They both stared out the window at the hospital garden filled with visitors and people enjoying the refreshing atmosphere.

he muttered as Amanda plastered an apologetic look. After we were dismissed, I walked out of the meeting room and went towards our platoon’s office. I was about to grab my bag when I noticed a bouquet of tulips on my desk, causing me to halt, and looked around me in confusion. Everyone started whispering with their envious eyes laid on me but I shrugged it off since I was used to it. Knowing who gave it, I looked back at the flowers as my lips curled to a smile as I reached for the letter on it and read through. The date at 7 pm. I’ll pick you up later ;)

A single card rested against it with my name written in soft cursive. I blinked, a surprised smile tugging at my lips. I opened the card slowly—my fingers trembling a little—and as I read the short message inside, a warm blush crept up my cheeks. “To the woman whose smile ruins my daydreams—thank you for existing.” “Awwwn…” I chuckled softly, hiding my face behind the flowers. I held up the bouquet again, admiring its beauty—lilies, roses, and a few exotic stems I couldn’t name—but oddly, no name was attached. Nothing that told me who had gone out of their way to do this.