#Chapter 183: A Bouquet A Day

Cara’s POV Two months later, I opened my front door to the sound of a knock, only to find a familiar florist holding up another bouquet of flowers. “I thought you might be tired of all the roses,” she said. “So I switched it up with our spring flower special.” The bouquet was filled with flowers of all shapes and sizes, though all united in their soft pastel colors. “It’s beautiful,” I told her, “And very thoughtful. Thank you.” “You are very welcome,” the florist said, beaming at her decision being well received. After accepting the flowers, we went our different ways, her walking back to her delivery van, with me turning into the foyer. “More flowers?” Ethan asked with more exacerbation than surprise. After receiving a dozen roses every day for two months, practically every surface of our house was covered with them. “Different this time,” I said, showing him. He snorted and turned away. Mia however seemed more interested. “Those are pretty, Mom. Can I have