The powerful scent of the red bouquet of roses sitting on my table as soon as I walked into my office tantalized my nose.
Curious as to who might have sent me these beautiful fresh flowers, I carefully approached my table.
Delicately picking the small rose-coloured note within the dainty petals, a sense of suspicion and trepidation rose within me.
Standing still with bewilderment, I read the word “To the love of my life” over and over again. As if this would clear my puzzlement and wipe away the rush of goosebumps that coursed through me.
