The cleaning lady responded, and Lizetta turned off the water, dried her hands, and stepped out.

Days flew by in a blink, and on the eve of Lizetta's departure to Summer City, Remington's car once again stopped at the dance company's entrance.

Tall and distinguished, Remington stood by his car, cradling a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

They were roses, a refreshing shade of green, unique, understated, and elegant. They matched his demeanor perfectly. Lizetta recognized them instantly as the rare matcha forest roses.

She froze in place until Remington approached, offering her the roses with a voice as soft as the breeze.

"Here's your bouquet. Still mad at me?"

Taking the flowers, Lizetta felt a lump in her throat and a sting in her eyes. She lowered her head to smell them and then looked up at him, smiling gently.

"They're beautiful. The first flowers you've ever given me."

Remington saw she was happy, his lips relaxing into a relieved smile as he playfully tapped her head.

"Nonsense, I've given you flowers before, about twelve or thirteen years ago."

Lizetta paused, and then remembered.

days. Mr. Dashiell was the

was aloof, and many girls only dared to secretly send

some would slip through to his

open and read aloud to Remington. And those secretly placed flowers, which he intended to throw away, she insisted were

started giving all those flowers to her, more than just one or

more playful; shaking

all flowers. What's the

different. Did he give her those flowers back then because

Instead, she clutched the bouquet tighter and headed towards

for the last unpleasant visit, today Remington had come to pick

Lizetta settled into the

е

Oakridge Heights, she couldn't help but ask him, "These flowers are quite special.

eternal love, a

"Cedric recommended them."

her evident joy and thought to himself that

you like them, I can have the florist deliver a bunch

often would

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