Zinnia arrived home, her arms full of the flowers she had carefully chosen at the market. Their vibrant colors and gentle scent filled the air as she stepped into the quiet house. She made her way to the kitchen and set them down on the counter, letting out a small sigh of relief after the long day.
She had spent the morning wandering through the market, letting her fingers brush against soft petals as she searched for the perfect flowers. The afternoon had been consumed by a long meeting at the office, and now, as she stepped into the quiet of her home, a wave of exhaustion hit her.
As she searched for a vase, her eyes landed on another bouquet already adorning the table—the one Samuel had given her yesterday. She paused, a soft smile forming on her lips. The flowers were still fresh, their petals blooming beautifully.
