Chapter 31

“I got them for you, but I made a mistake. Apparently, black roses are meant for the dead or something. I’ll just throw them away now. I promise I’ll buy you something better next time.”

Before Galen could retreat, he was startled when Dion grabbed his hand and accepted the bouquet of black roses. He was so astonished, he remained speechless for the next several moments. Dion held the bouquet with both hands and raised them close to his nose before inhaling deeply. Then his eyes widened as he smiled. Galen was captivated. Dion looked adorable and enchanting at the same time, and Galen felt as if his breath had been stolen.

“Thank you for the flowers,” Dion said. “They smell amazing. The fragrance reminds me of a mixture of mandarin orange, blackcurrant, plum, apricot, sandalwood, and vanilla. There’s also an earthy or probably woodsy scent in these flowers, which combines really well with the sweetness. They’re incredible. Where did you purchase them?”

“The elves.”