Stella:
The moment I swung the door open, a rush of warm air greeted me, carrying the faint scent of Tristan’s cologne—woodsy, rich, and undeniably familiar. But it wasn’t just his scent that hit me. It was him. Standing there, dressed in a dark suit, his jaw flexed as he smirked down at me, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Flowers.
For me.
A delighted squeal escaped my lips before I could stop it. Without hesitation, I snatched the bouquet from his hands, burying my face in the soft petals as I inhaled deeply. The sweet, floral scent filled my senses, making my head swim with warmth and excitement.
"Tristan," I sighed dramatically, cradling the bouquet against my chest like it was the most precious thing I had ever received. "These are so pretty. I think I might cry."
Tristan’s brow li
