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Until the last petal drops

What happens when Petals bumps into Torns? "What is wrong with you?!" he said in a voice that was loud enough to make everyone nearby, turn to look. "You've completely ruined my suit!" Kalina looked Dominique straight in the eye and said, "You know, you're not exactly winning any point in the manners department, Mr." Would the torn compliment the petal by completing its form as a beautiful rose, or would it rip the petal apart completely. Two souls from different worlds, faced with the same pain. They seek a comfort that seems like a foreign concept to them. When both worlds collide in a fury of harsh words rude remarks and arranged marriage, would they be the peace and happiness to the other like they both crave? WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? Don't look at me, even I don't know... but you can read to find out.

Mabel_Jay · Urban
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165 Chs

CHAPTER EIGHT:UNWANTED VISITOR.

Kalina stood behind the counter of her flower shop, the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting a warm embrace over the blooms that adorned her cozy sanctuary. The delicate petals of roses, lilies, and daisies danced in the gentle breeze, their vibrant colors painting a picturesque scene against the backdrop of the shop.

As she meticulously arranged a bouquet, a man entered, a slight furrow marring his brow, his demeanor wrought with unease. He approached Kalina with a hesitant smile, his eyes scanning the array of flowers before him.

"I'm looking for something special," he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Something to apologize with."

Kalina's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with empathy. "Of course, I have just the thing." She gracefully plucked a single white rose from a nearby vase, its pristine petals symbolizing purity and sincerity. "A white rose," she explained softly, "signifies innocence and new beginnings. It's a perfect way to convey your apology."

The man nodded, a sense of relief washing over him as he watched Kalina expertly arrange the flower into a stunning bouquet. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.

After carefully wrapping the bouquet in delicate paper, Kalina handed it to him with a warm smile. "I hope everything works out," she said gently.

He nodded again, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. As he counted out the money for the flowers, he slipped an extra bill into Kalina's hand with a generous tip. "Thank you," he repeated, his eyes reflecting his appreciation.

Kalina's smile remained, her heart warmed by the exchange. "You're welcome," she replied sincerely. "Take care."

With a nod of farewell, the man left the shop, leaving behind a lingering sense of gratitude in his wake. Kalina watched him go, her heart filled with a quiet satisfaction, knowing that she had played a small part in bringing a moment of beauty and reconciliation into someone's life.

Following the exit of the customer, Kalina decided to pack up an order of poppies for a client who needed it to woo a lady.

She delicately arranged the fragrant yellow roses into elegant bouquets, her movements fluid and practiced. As she worked, a sudden wave of unease washed over her, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted to Dominique. It had been weeks since she last thought of him, yet his memory now intruded upon her thoughts, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within her.

Just as she closed her eyes in a silent plea for peace, the gentle jingle of the door handle interrupted her reverie. With a quickened pulse, she turned, half-expecting to see Dominique standing before her. Instead, it was the mailman, a familiar figure in his uniform, his expression friendly as he held out a letter.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said politely, "I'm here to drop your mail."

Kalina's relief was palpable as she accepted the letter from him, her gratitude evident in the softness of her smile and the sincerity in her voice as she thanked him. As the mailman left, she let out a sigh, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly.

With trembling hands, she opened the letter, her heart sinking as she read its contents. The words blurred before her eyes, but the message was clear: if she couldn't pay the rent by the end of the month, she would be evicted.

Confusion, sadness, frustration—emotions tangled within her, threatening to overwhelm her fragile composure. Uncertain of what to do, she reached for her phone, intending to seek solace from her best friend.

Before she could dial the number, however, the door jiggled once more, signaling the arrival of another customer. With a resigned sigh, Kalina set aside her phone, steeling herself to face whatever challenges lay ahead, even as her sanctuary seemed to crumble around her.

Kalina's heart plummeted as she turned to face the unwelcome visitor, her breath catching in her throat as she beheld the figure of Dominique standing before her. A surge of frustration and apprehension coursed through her veins, her mind racing with questions and doubts.

What does he want now? Why is he here, of all times? I can't deal with this. Not now. Not when I'm at my lowest.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter, her body tense with a mixture of apprehension and defiance. Every instinct screamed at her to turn him away, to shield herself from his presence and the memories he carried with him.

But as much as she longed to retreat, to hide from the storm that he embodied, Kalina knew that she couldn't avoid him forever. With a resigned sigh, she straightened her shoulders, steeling herself to face him, even as her heart quivered with trepidation.

Kalina's jaw clenched as a surge of annoyance rippled through her, her brows furrowing in frustration. With everything weighing heavily on her mind, she needed an outlet for the pent-up anger boiling within her. Yet, she remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line as she resisted the urge to lash out at Dominique.

Her gaze bore into him, a silent plea for him to leave, to spare her the torment of his presence. But Dominique seemed to revel in her discomfort, his expression morphing from amusement to satisfaction as he observed the kaleidoscope of emotions flickering across her face.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, a smug satisfaction glinting in his eyes as he relished in her discomfiture. His words dripped with mock concern, a thinly veiled taunt disguised as casual observation.

"Well, somebody doesn't seem excited to see me," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

Kalina's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain her composure. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to unleash her fury, to lash out at the source of her frustration.

But she remained rooted to the spot, her silence a testament to her restraint, even as her emotions threatened to consume her. And as Dominique's smirk widened into a triumphant grin, Kalina braced herself for the inevitable confrontation that lay ahead, her heart pounding with apprehension.

Lol…I love the tension whenever these two are in the same space.

Hi butterflies….What are your thoughts??

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