You were married to Rosario, the towns biggest billionaire. He was a major sweetheart and loved you dearly.

You both were driving and you saw flowers all together, almost looking like a bouquet.

“I love flowers.” You smiled.

He sees the flowers and stops the car, getting out and picking the flowers. He brushes off any dirt and made sure they were in pristine.

He gets back in the car and hands it to you.

“Flowers for my princess. Also, expect new flowers on your desk every week.”