Morris's POV
The weight of regret pressed down on my shoulders as I paced around my apartment. Natalie's advice after dinner echoed in my mind—keep making my presence known to Monica through persistent gifts, messages, and calls. According to her, this would demonstrate my unwavering attention.
"Monica needs to see your effort," Natalie had assured me. "I'll find a way for you two to meet, and I'll coach you on earning her forgiveness."
Taking Natalie's guidance to heart, I ordered another elaborate tulip arrangement delivered to Monica's doorstep. Apparently, Monica adored these flowers and their symbolic meaning, so I planned to send a fresh arrangement weekly. The florist now recognized my voice on the phone.
