Alexander
“Aww,” Fiona said when she walked into our bedroom and saw what I’d done to it earlier.
Our nightstands, her desk and the dining table all held small bouquets of blooming white roses in crystal vases. And the fresh gold sheets on our bed were dusted with white rose petals.
She sniffed the air, taking in the fragrance that filled the room, and smiled. “What is all this for?”
“For you, of course.”
Fiona looked up at me with doe eyes, shaking her head back and forth smally. “You do so much for me,” she said quietly. “You didn’t have to do this. But thank you.”
“It’s worth it to see you smile.”
That forced her smile to widen. Which in turn made mine do the same.
I put Fiona’s bags away while she removed her jacket and hung it by the door, then I returned to her side.
