LILAC
The morning sun filters through my bedroom window, casting a g e n t l e light across the room. I stand in front of my mirror, taking a moment to admire my reflection. Today is special; I want everything to be perfect. The prettiest yet simplest sleeveless light lavender long dress I own hugs my figure just right, the fabric flowing softly around my legs.
I can almost hear the whispers of the lavender tulips swaying in the gentle breeze as I braid my hair into a loose, romantic style, letting a few strands frame my face.
I glance at the clock on my dresser.
My heart flutters with excitement and anxiety as the minutes tick down. It's my first date with Wren, and although it's meant to be a friendly outing, the butterflies in my stomach tell a different story. I finish putting on my dress and step into a pair of comfortable sandals, my heart racing as I grab my phone and head out the door.
As I walk to the flower shop, the streets feel alive, filled with the scents of blooming flowers and freshly baked goods from the nearby bakery. I can't help but smile at the beauty of the day, hoping it reflects the j o y I feel inside. Upon arriving at Heavenly Florets, I open the door and step inside, the familiar scent of flowers embracing me like an old friend.
The shop is quiet now, a s t a r k contrast to the bustling business from yesterday. I take a deep breath, my anticipation mounting as I glance around the shop, wondering if I'll spot Wren walking through the door. I position a few bouquets just so, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere, hoping that when he arrives, it feels like the perfect little oasis.
Time drags on as I check the clock again, the anxiety bubbling up.
What if he doesn't show?
What if I make a fool of myself?
The questions race through my mind, and I push them aside, reminding myself that Wren is kind and easy to talk to.
Just then, the bell above the door jingles, and I spin around, my heart leaping at the sight of Wren.
He strides in with a confident ease, wearing loose black pants and a matching black polo that accentuates his figure. His hair is pulled into a messy bun again, the casual style only adding to his charm. But what catches me off guard is the beautiful lavender bouquet he holds in his hand.
"Hey, Lilac!" he greets, a bright smile lighting up his face as he approaches me.
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Skies & Florets
RomanceShe has built a quiet life in her small-town flower shop, surrounded by the blooms she's always loved. But as the years pass, the memory of her childhood friend-the boy who once promised to be by her side-lingers like a ghost among the petals. Now g...
