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back in the privacy of your dressing room is when you finally let the sigh you've been holding in since you started tonight's performance,

your first ever.

wilbur wouldn't let you on stage if he didn't think you could handle it. and by the reaction of the audience, you'd say things went pretty well. and if that wasn't an answer enough, the abundance of bouquets made it clear.

you watched as the manager (whose name you'd learn to be ash) brought in six brown parchment wrapped bundles of flowers, and more on the way. all the bouquets were identical, seeing as there was a flower shop right across the street you deemed it safe to assume that they had bought them on the way in.

ash carefully placed them on your vanity, the pile growing endlessly higher. you cautiously walk up to the pile of roses, their perfume wafting to your senses. you turn to ash, who is now bringing another armful of flowers into your room.

"oh darling, you can take those flowers to will, i'm sure he won't mind if we use them for center pieces."

ash huffs as you say this, dropping the roses back into the box swiftly. he pauses, a sleek black wrapper catching his eye. he pulls the black bouquet out from the box and holds it out to you. you gingerly take the roses, something about them being different from all the others made you care for them more.

"who sent them?" ash shrugs at the question, gesturing to the card stock enveloped in rich red roses.

watching for thorns, you pinch the corner of the rough paper. ash peers over your shoulder wanting to know who sent it as much as you. turning the card over in your hand, you're met with deep black calligraphy, which reads:

starlight, you did amazing as always. i love you.

- love, q.