Receiving Flowers Unexpectedly Caption Novels & Stories

“Good morning, ma’am. These came for you.” She lifted a bouquet of red roses. I blinked. “For me?” “Yes, ma’am.” She smiled. I wasn't expecting flowers from anyone. I hadn't even replied to anyone’s texts in ages; texts that weren't about business would never be opened by me. I took the flowers, my fingers brushing the small card attached to them. The handwriting was neat, familiar, and it made my stomach twist before I even read the words. ‘Why are you not picking up my call after the party? Did I do something wrong?’

Rovi says and give the bouquet of red roses. "Thank you for this flowers." she said. "By the way, I want to invite you out today. Just you and me for celebrating that your health came back to normal and also as a date." he said. "Wait, I haven't said anything to my mom and also, I'm not ready yet." "Its fine, I told your mom already, she said it’s okay and all I have to do is to send you back here safe and sound. I can wait until you’re ready. I'll be fine here." he said.

the man says and i smile at him, flowers was delivered to me already, so who could’ve sent this again" i pondered and collected the flowers Walking back inside, both Susan and Damien were alarmed on seeing flowers again "Another bouquet of flowers " Damien exclaimed and i nod Nate looks at us confused and we had to tell him what has been happening, i set the flowers on the table and searched for a card. I saw it and picked it out to read it out loud One of the two guys with you is going to be a daddy soon So I thought, why not send flowers to congratulate him Congratulations baby daddy Yours S.C ♥️ What the hell, who is pregnant and for who?

But that just proves the saying to expect the unexpected. Collin Oscar Cole is the most unexpected person to enter my life. I was pulled from my thoughts as my phone buzzed. Turning my head, I raised an eyebrow seeing Collin’s name on the caller id. “He’s home already?” I furrowed my brow picking up my phone. I realized it wasn’t that he got home quickly but that I’d spent lying here thinking about him for that long. Of course, he was already home. It’s cute that he was texting me when he got home.

Miss me and I hope my thoughts will be in your head all day, yours truly well-wisher and soulmate '. " Dream on! These roses are so beautiful. I'm not going to let you throw them away " Stella challenged hugging the bouquet. Meanwhile reading the note Naitee's heart skipped beats after all it was her very first time receiving roses in such a way. Deep inside she's happy. She couldn't help but felt joy in her heart. However, soon she shook it away for being stupid to just feel joy in such a creepy thing.

I took the bouquet and turned it over, searching for a card. Not a single slip of paper. Anonymous gifts after everything that had happened made my wolf’s fur stand on end. Who sends something this big and doesn’t even leave a name? I set the roses back on the counter and pushed them toward the girl. “They’re yours.” She blinked, surprised and a little disappointed. “But they’re so pretty; why don’t you want them?” I didn’t answer. Just turned and walked back to the elevator. As long as the flowers weren’t sitting on my desk staring at me, I could breathe again. Still, the question wouldn’t leave me alone. Who the hell sent them?

— Are you expecting someone? I shook my head. — No. Footsteps approached, followed by a light knock on the side door. Rosa went to answer, wiping her hands on her apron. — Yes? I heard a man’s voice, overly polite. — Delivery for Alice. My entire body stiffened before I even saw anything. Rosa took the bouquet first. Large, pale flowers. Excessively beautiful. The kind of arrangement that tries to say a lot without explaining anything. — They’re beautiful — she commented, turning to me. — Who are they from?

I picked up the small card tucked between the petals, my fingers lingering on the paper before I finally flipped it open. Just to brighten your day. No name. No indication of who had sent them. Just like before, but this time with a different message. A slow breath escaped my lips. Two bouquets in the span of a few days. The first one had caught me off guard, but I had brushed it aside. Now, it was starting to feel creepy. My phone buzzed on the desk startling me. I picked it up, my brows furrowing as I saw the message. Do you like the flowers?

I lean in and inhale. My chest loosens. For a second, the headache fades into the background. I set the flowers back down and notice a white card tucked between the stems. I slide it out and open it. I hope you wake up to a day as beautiful as you, my love. My breath catches. Isaac. I stare at the name like it might change if I blink. Isaac? Since when does Isaac send flowers? This is the first time. Ever. My stomach twists. Why now?

I open my mouth to stutter or exclaim something out, but the large bouquet of flowers on the table by the balcony render me speechless. "Breakfast is almost done, if you wanted to come down and eat after you get everything in order," Paisa says to me, but I'm still in shock at all of this, especially at the flowers in front of me—an array of red and white roses sitting in a beautifully sculpted vase. No one's ever gotten me flowers like this before. Ever. I see a note tucked into the flowers. I pull it out and open it, but it's all in Spanish. Still, I attempt to read it: