Alexander was on his way to work when he sighted a flower shop. He suddenly got the idea to use flowers to apologize to Elizabeth.
“Stop!” He ordered his driver.
“Why? You are not going to work anymore?” Mr. John asked confused.
“Let’s go to the flower shop over there.” He said, pointing towards the direction of the shop.
“Why?” Mr. John asked.
“Stop asking questions and just drive there.” There was a hint of irritation in Alexander’s voice. He was getting tired of his driver’s questions.
“Okay sir.” Mr. John said and obeyed. He drove to the flower shop.
The flower shop was emitting an intoxicating fragrance; an aroma mash up of roses, freesia and everything that was dewy-fresh from the market.
He took a moment to draw in a deep breath, inhaling the heavenly scent that felt like t
