FLOWERS FOR ANNE
"The person doesn't want to be mentioned. Please, if you can sign here?" the courier replied, presenting a tablet for Anne to sign.
"Okay," Anne agreed, taking the pen from the courier and signing her name on the digital form. With a brief farewell, the courier left, leaving Anne holding the bouquet of red roses.
As she closed the door, Anne examined the flowers, their crimson petals vibrant against the green foliage. Placing the bouquet on the coffee table, she sank into the couch, the floral aroma filling the room. The air buzzed with anticipation as Anne pondered the identity of the sender.
Anne couldn't help but entertain the thought that Mr. Richmond might have been the mysterious sender. A smile played on her lips as she considered the possibility of the flowers being a thoughtful gesture to mend the earlier tension between them.
