74 -The one you want

MORGANA FOSTER

A gust of cold wind blew, making me shiver and tuck my hands into the pockets of my overcoat. A few minutes later, Elliot's car pulls up in front of the property, the headlights a bit too bright, so I shield my eyes.

He gives me a satisfying smile as he sees me. I smile back politely. He turns off the car and gets out to open the door. He's wearing a stylish gray suit with a white cotton shirt inside, no tie. His blond hair is neatly combed, and the scent of his woody cologne envelops me completely as he approaches. Elliot comes closer, holding a bouquet of white lilies, which for some reason he knows are my favorites.

"These are for you," he says, handing me the flowers.

"They're beautiful, Elliot. Thank you," I reply, feeling slightly moved. I enjoyed receiving flowers, even though I had just discovered this taste.

"You look stunning!" he says, hugging me. His arms wrap around my waist in a gentle embrace.

"Thank you!" I respond, feeling my cheeks flush slightly at his