"What the hell is this?" Kaija mumbled in shock the moment she turned the door to her flat open.
The receptionist had given Kaija a heads-up that she had a huge order waiting for her at her place, but that girl had never mentioned the order was this.
Inside Kaija's living room and kitchen combined, two hundred bouquets of flowers in different sizes sat. If they were not on the kitchen counter surface, then they were on the couch and the coffee table. All were wrapped in sapphire blue wrappers.
"This could only be Karl," Antony commented from behind her. His voice was bland, his face tight with displeasure at the sight.
"Karl?" Kaija uttered. Her eyes soon landed on the note lying open on the kitchen counter.
"My goodness," she blurted after reading the note. "I knew he was into cheesy stuff, but I didn't know he was this… extreme. What am I supposed to do with all these?" Her head was already spinning.
