FREYA’S POV
My desk, usually a mundane haven of paperwork and stale coffee cups, had been transformed into an oasis of natural splendor. A bouquet of fresh flowers stood proudly, their petals reaching towards the sky. Each bloom had been carefully selected and specially arranged, creating a colourful blend of nature's beauty that commanded attention. The hues ranged from passionate crimson to delicate blush, mingling with vibrant yellows and tranquil blues, as if an artist had skillfully dipped their brush in a palette of dreams.
A rush of warmth flooded my chest as I spotted a small, folded note delicately nestled among the blossoms. My heart quickened its pace, anticipation mingling with curiosity, as I reached out to retrieve the mysterious message. Unfolding the delicate paper, my ey
