Dr. Hayes tilted his head, amused by the sudden shift in topic. "Purple tulips? They're lovely, if a bit rare. I think they symbolize royalty and deep passion. Why?"
Louise held her breath, waiting for the sign, the cosmic confirmation.
"If I were to take you out on that date," Dr. Hayes replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners, "I would bring you a massive bouquet of them. It seems like a flower that suits you."
Louise’s heart gave a violent, hopeful lurch.
Purple tulips. Deep passion. He’s kind. He’s handsome. He’s a gentleman. Could it be? Could this Gentle Doctor be her mysterious guardian?
It made sense. Evan was kind, supportive, and offered tulips without prompting.
Louise felt her heart flutter. She gave him a small, mysterious smile. "I'll hold you to that, Doctor. For the
