Say Yes ❤ Closed

@Caradoc Browne

A bouquet of flowers, large and fragrant peonies bound with a single elastic band in a simple, unmarked milk bottle made of glass waited for the young second year. A display of flowers rarely went unnoticed among young women, curious, jealous and perhaps a little bit hopeful that they were from them. There was something romantic about being left a bundle of blooms, while the logic was truly lacking. Some equated the senseless exertion of finances to equate with a sense of passion. In truth, with a modicum of wealth, the most minor clerical effort to recall 'important' or 'milestone' events, women would find you endearing.



So a simple arrangement of blooms, all the same flower. Large, colorful blossoms ranging from a gentle, playful pink to a vibrant tangerine. He favored the flower for its simple utility. The flowers were colorful, the blooms rather full. The strong scent of the arrangement could easily perfume a room, dedicating a plethora of senses to something so simple and in truth valueless.

The girls that would pass the arrangement that dared take a closer look. Take a literal moment to smell the roses peonies and look for a note would face disappointment despite the fact that that they had no actual reason to expect the flowers to be for them. They were for:



There was a sealed envelope. Well WAS. Some girls were far too curious to leave a letter obviously not for them unread. The letter was a proposal. A proposal for a date to the Ball being held at the school in a matter of days.

𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓪;

𝓜𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓥𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓻 𝓐𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓼, 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓐𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓼. 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪 4𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓡𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀. 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓽, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝔁𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂. 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵. 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝔀, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽. 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝔂, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝔂, 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭. 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓷𝔂. 𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

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