Chapter 115 —The one he kissed as if his life depended on it.

Narrator:

Sasha walked through the aisles of the nursery, her emotions running high. Her hands were full of small pots, and she talked nonstop, while Miranda followed her with a warm smile.

“Look, these caladiums are beautiful,” said Sasha, pointing to a shelf full of pastel-colored flowers.

“Would you like to ask the saleswoman if they have more in lilac?” suggested Miranda. “She was near the entrance, next to the rosebush.”

“Yes!” s