Larissa adjusted the strap of her handbag as she stepped into her office. The familiar scent of pine-scented air freshener greeted her, mingling with the faint hum of the heating system. But today, something new captured her senses, a subtle floral aroma that made her pause. Her gaze landed on the desk, and her breath hitched. There, amidst her neatly stacked files, stood a vibrant bouquet of daisies. Their delicate white petals glowed in the morning sunlight streaming through the blinds. Beside the bouquet lay a cream-colored envelope, its edges crisp and pristine.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the envelope, carefully sliding out the note inside. The handwriting was unmistakably Jasper’s strong, slightly slanted, yet filled with tenderness.
To the most beautiful woman I
