Elsa Ainsworth watched with a fond smile, while Skylar Morrison chugged his drink. Keith Thorne looked at the two of them. "Hey, hey, hey, you two are shining so bright we're all feeling like third wheels. We really shouldn't have come today."
Keith Thorne had barely finished speaking when a stretch Lincoln pulled up. A group of men in black stepped out, all wearing sunglasses, their faces impassive. Each held a large bouquet of flowers.
Each man held a different variety of flower, all of them species that symbolize love.
The men in black set the flowers on the ground, arranging them into a heart shape with a color gradient. Then, they stepped back and formed a line. The last man stepped forward and presented a massive bouquet to Rosalind Lowell.
Rosalind Lowell took the flowers in a daze, her mind going blank as she stared at the roses before her.
