#Chapter 183: A Bouquet A Day

Elara’s POV

Two months later, I opened my front door to the sound of a knock, only to find a familiar florist holding up another bouquet of flowers.

“I thought you might be tired of all the roses,” she said. “So I switched it up with our spring flower special.”

The bouquet was filled with flowers of all shapes and sizes, though all united in their soft pastel colors.

“It’s beautiful,” I told her,