Emily POV
"Violets, I like violets better" I bring my thumb and forefinger to the tip of my nose and hold back the urge to sneeze into her impeccable gray suit, which looked very expensive from miles away.
"What if we put the two together?" In a desperate, nervous attempt, Harry begins to destroy the flowers as he tries to put both bouquets together in a single small glass container. When he sees that his attempt has failed, he throws the flowers to the ground and exhales in annoyance: "Somebody picks that up."
He orders authoritatively into the air and leaves, probably in search of something else to do, or in search of the organizer of the party to scream his head off. It's worth clarifying that by someone, he surely meant me.
"Yeah sure, I'll help you" I mutter in my loneliness looking at his solid back that looked too tense. As I bend my body to pick up the mess, a sweet female voice calls my name behind my back and stops me.
