Chapter Eighty-Five

Emma’s POV

“Wow,” Tony breathed out. “Gorgeous,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” I said, blushing.

“You’re welcome. These are for you,” he said, then brought his hand out from behind him.

He had a bouquet of pink roses in his hand and not a small bouquet, but a big one. Gosh.

This man!

“Oh my God. I don’t know what to say,” I said in astonishment as I walked closer to him and took the bouquet out of his hand. “They’re amazing”.

I took them up to my nose and sniffed them. They smelt amazing.

“My goodness. They smell even better than they look. How’s that even possible?”

“The lady at the flower shop said they were scented. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I’m glad you like them,” he smiled. “You do like them, right?”

“I love them. Trust me. Pink roses are my favorite flowers. How did you know to get these?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged his shoulders. “When I got to the shop I was just inclined to get these, and I’m happy I did”.

“Thank you so much. You’re a darling,” I s