Business proposal

Could he have bought them for me? she wondered. After their recent argument, Natalia couldn't deny that the idea of a romantic gesture from him made her chest tighten.

She began her search, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor.

"Where would he keep them? His office? Or our bedroom? She was mumbling to herself.

Her first stop was at Allesandro's consulting room. Laying her hands on the door, she realized the room was clean, the smell of his perfume still detectable. For a moment she gave the desk the third-degree, i.e., searched it for flowers, but there were none.

Secondly she went to the sun room. It has a lot of windows from the floor up to the ceiling, which is great for keeping fresh flowers. But once again, no roses. But mostly there was a satisfaction, slightly flavored with the touch of worry, or rather, with the anticipation of that worry.

Natalia: "Perhaps I thought it up; or, perhaps, they were not meant for me."