After watching the children enter the kindergarten, Lucian drove to the florist from before.
“Mr. Farwell…”
The florist couldn’t help but greet him upon learning his identity from the previous day’s events.
Lucian nodded with a frown, guessing that the florist knew who he was when the flowers were returned.
In response to his acknowledgment, the florist grew visibly nervous. “Is there anything else you need? What do you think of the flowers yesterday?”
No sooner had the words rolled off her tongue than she remembered that the flowers were returned.
Quickly realizing her faux pas, the anxious florist zipped her lips and wondered if Lucian had come to hold them accountable.
At the mention of the flowers, Lucian threw the florist a grim look.
Lowering her head fearfully, she didn’t d
