For Olivia, he ordered a delicate photo bouquet, filled with captured memories.
For Aurora, he selected a rose bouquet, vibrant and bold.
For Mary, he chose a silk rose bouquet, elegant and everlasting.
As he confirmed the orders, he felt strangely at peace.
As for Adriana, she was given a chocolate bouquet.
Theodore had chosen everything carefully, matching each gift to their preferences as if arranging pieces of a puzzle that only he understood.
For Olivia, he had not chosen chocolate, nor real flowers, nor even silk ones. She never cared for such things. She loved memories, moments frozen in time, small fragments of happiness that could be held close.
That was why he gave her a Polaroid bouquet, each picture clipped together like petals made of nostalgia.
Mary loved roses, yet she disliked watching them wither away beside her.
