Chapter 29

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QUENTIN



The morning sun streamed through the glass doors of Lilac's flower shop, illuminating the v i b r a n t blooms that surrounded us. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, a heady mix of lavender, roses, and daisies that set a lighthearted tone for the day.



As Lilac arranged a bouquet of sunflowers at the counter, I leaned against the doorframe, taking in the scene with a smile.



"Isn't it just beautiful?" she asked, her face lighting up with passion as she stepped back to admire her handiwork.



"It's perfect," I replied, my heart swelling with warmth as I watched her. She had an undeniable glow about her, and I couldn't help but appreciate how at home she looked surrounded by her flowers.



Suddenly, the bell above the door chimed, signaling a new arrival.



I turned to see Wren walking in, his tall frame filling the doorway, a confident smirk on his face. He held a bouquet of lavender tulips in one hand, the very flowers Lilac had expressed fondness for during our last date. My stomach tightened as I watched him stride toward her.



"Hey, Lilac!" he called, waving the bouquet in the air. "I brought you something."



"Wren!" she exclaimed, her face brightening at the sight of him. I felt a flicker of annoyance surge within me, but I kept my expression neutral. I was determined to keep my cool.



"Wow, this is beautiful!" she said, accepting the flowers with a bright smile.



I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I watched their interaction.



Kind of urging me to burn those flowers. Tsk!



As she admired the bouquet, I decided to stay quiet, watching the exchange unfold. "I thought you could use a little pick-me-up," Wren said, his tone playful.



Lilac hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly. "Oh, uh. . . I really appreciate it, Wren, but I can't accept this."



"Why not?" he asked, confusion crossing his face.



"I just. . . I don't want my boyfriend to get jealous," she replied, her voice light and teasing. My heart raced at her words, the way she said "boyfriend" sending warmth flooding through me.

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