Chapter Fifteen

 

 

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FIFTEEN

 

 

I’d only suggested one, so the fact that Isobel was willing to give up a couple of her roses made my eyebrows lift, impressed.

But she must’ve mistaken my expression as me thinking I considered her offer meager. So she sighed. “Fine. I can put together a full dozen.”

Holy shit. I hadn’t thought she’d go that far. But I smiled. “Mrs. Pan is going to love this.”

Still appearing put out, she huffed, “Which color?”

“I don’t know.” Again, this was out of my territory. “What do the different colors symbolize?”

I thought she’d give me another look that told me she had no idea about that either, but nope. When it came to roses, Isobel knew her shit. “Well, red is obviously for love, passion, beauty, courage, or respect. White roses are for purity, innocence, silence, or secrecy.”

I shook my head. “Nah, we don’t want it to be a secret admirer thing. She needs to know they’re from him.”

Nodding in agreement, Isobel ticked off another fi