There he was in white shirt with red roses, looking anything but handsome, Mr. Liam Campbell.
He greeted me softly, kissed my left cheek and gave me the flower, I politely accepted the kiss, took the flower, emptied my vase and put the flower in it.
I gripped tightly on to my purse and left the house with Liam.
Throughout the journey we both were silent, I was just lost in my thoughts and from a glimpse or two, he was occupied in his phone.
We reached a beautiful and romantic cafe, wearing anything but roses only but of course of different colours.
The restaurant was so captivating, I felt beautiful inside, but just till I was brought back to reality, with whom I was and for what purpose.
Liam held my hand in his and led me inside while whispering in my ears, "Anne, your hands fee
