“How I wish I had flowers too,” Angel sighed, a glimmer of longing in her eyes as she watched Bea and Rachel stroll by, their hands intertwined, each cradling a delicate bouquet of vibrant blooms. The cheerful colors danced in the sunlight, seemingly alive, as a gentle breeze rustled their petals.
But as Angel’s gaze lingered on the flowers, her mind began to swirl with questions about Rachel’s companion. Who gave Rachel those flowers? Her brow furrowed as she attempted to identify the figure beside her friend. Wasn’t that the same guy who had confessed his feelings for Rachel back in the classroom so long ago? Memories of that day flooded back—his nervous fidgeting, the way he had stammered through his declaration while the whole class had been captivated. What was he doing here now? Had
