“Today’s flowers,” Amaya felt a dread as she sees the purple roses and carnations. Taking the bouquet she pales when she sees a small card between the roses. ‘Stunning but you’re still you,’. Yet on the carnations was the same as back then. A ribbon tagged with her name.
“Swan,” the female who entered with two empty vases seemed surprised with her tone. “Yes Maya? Is anything wrong?” inhaling, she shows her the two different bouquets. “Do you think they’re from the same people?”
The assistant didn’t seem to expect the question. When the roses came in, Amaya didn’t think too much and just told Swan to keep them. She never touched it. Yet her encounter with Lionel last Friday made her wary.
“Honestly… I don’t think so. This one always comes in with a different type each day. No cards or
