Claire's POV
Saturday morning is unfolding gently around me, and my heart is light and bubbly. I received two bouquets earlier, one from Daniel, which took me by complete surprise, and the other from his father.
When I read Daniel’s card, I chased the blushing boy around, showering him with kisses as he squeaked and wriggled, all that adorable ‘eww, girls are gross’ bravado. Both bouquets are fragrant and lush, bursting with color, almost vibrating with life. I place them in vases with quiet reverence, scattering them through our little home, letting the walls themselves know that love lives here.
Almost thirty minutes later, another knock, and it’s a chocolate fountain, and Daniel was more excited about it than me. His joy is immediate and uncontainable, his eyes lighting up like it i
