"Miss Summer Ford, your flowers, please sign for them!"
The person outside called Summer Ford's full name very accurately.
Summer Ford was instantly bewildered.
This is Paris!
Ethan Laurent had casually mentioned sending her flowers every day, but now they were separated by an ocean!
Skeptically, Summer Ford slowly opened the door.
Standing outside was a young French girl, an extremely pretty lass with golden hair that seemed to glow and sea-blue eyes.
"Miss, these are for you!" The little girl handed her the flowers, speaking in a heavily accented French with a string of words, "I heard that primrose is the incarnation of the Water Nymph, symbolizing no love but yours alone. I don't know if it's true, looks like a boyfriend sent them."
"Kids think too much!" Summer Ford thought this child was too precocious, just like Leo, leaving her speechless. She took the flowers, gave a tip, and the girl left.
