He rested his chin on the back of his hand. Aria's munching on something, probably her lunch.
"I had been given this life, a poor one, experiencing shortage in money, dealing with canned goods whenever I'm waiting for the pay day. Whenever I see the flowers I designed of and the ones I prepared of for the clients, I'd always ask…"
Prince waited for her to end the sentence. In a thorough investigation, he has known that Aria isn't living a luxury life like Avery did. Prince has done a lot of skim up to see whether she's doing well or not. Sometimes, he's a bit worried about Aria.
But he doesn't need to be sympathetic. Prince had a plan, and he needed to get himself straight.
"When should I buy those? When is the time I could be the one holding those flowers?"
