Chapter 89

Onlyrose. A lifetime commitment in a box. Toss in a dreamy brand story and boom—everyone’s obsessed. Clara Walton woke up to the smell of flowers. Her nose twitched uncomfortably. Not sure if it was a pollen allergy or just one of those pregnancy things. She sneezed. Then blinked herself awake. Still a little foggy in the head, her vision was suddenly filled with a big luxurious box of Louis roses. The kind of elegant packaging that screamed “don't even breathe too close.” Maybe it was the overwhelming scent, maybe just the whole surprise vibe— Clara’s nose itched again. Another sneeze. “What’s going on?” Ethan Blackwood's brows knit together in a worried frown. “Are you feeling sick? Caught a cold?” “Could be a pollen thing,” Clara replied matter-of-factly. Ethan: “...” Even so, Clara’s eyes stayed glued to the roses in front of her. “Louis roses from Onlyrose, the kind you supposedly gift only one person in your life. So, what—this is for me?” She stretched out lazily. There was a mo