Five Years Later…
A young man stood inside a flower shop, dressed in a well-tailored suit that hugged his frame perfectly. His curly blonde hair fell loosely over his shoulders, catching the soft light that filtered through the glass windows. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fresh flowers while butterflies fluttered lazily from bloom to bloom, adding a delicate, almost dreamlike atmosphere to the shop.
Damien glanced around, his sharp emerald eyes scanning the rows of vibrant flowers....roses, lilies, orchids, and tulips arranged in neat displays.
And what exactly am I supposed to pick? he wondered inwardly, exhaling a quiet sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.
Straightening to his full height, his gaze drifted toward the counter.
Where is the shop owner? he thought, a faint crease forming between his brows as mild impatience set in.
Just as he turned....
Thud!
"Ouch!" a small voice cried out in pain.
