Chapter 317

I was positively giddy, bouncing from one rose to the next, inhaling their sweet scent. I felt like a little mouse that had stumbled into a rice bin—overjoyed and overwhelmed. In his typical, thoughtful fashion, Logan had arranged for Camden to bring over a team of floral designers. Armed with clippers and a vision, they set about trimming the roses and arranging them in vases. One of them, a cheerful young woman, sighed wistfully. "Ms. York, you're so lucky. I've never seen anyone receive this many flowers before—not even for a wedding!" Another chimed in, glancing at my delighted expression. "You should take some pictures, Ms. York. This is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of moment." The idea struck me like a light bulb moment. Of course—this was prime social media material! Excited, I dashed upstairs to change into a flowy, pastel dress that matched the roses and applied a touch of makeup. When I returned, the young designers gathered around me, chattering about the best angles and l