Chapter 43

Pushing open the glass door, causing the familiar bell stationed above the entrance to ring, Emerald walked into the flowery scented shop with a few thoughts running across her mind. She had finally been able to compose a meaningful letter after countless failed attempts and although, she didn't known what address to post it to, be it his home or company, she had resorted to dropping it off at her reception and had informed Claire to pass it on to whoever came to deliver the flowers tomorrow for Jordan.
She had been extremely tempted to just squeeze and chuck the letter into the bin, but seemingly noticing her boss's inner turmoil, Claire had quickly grabbed the envelope from her grip before tucking it safely into her own drawers. Emerald had passed her a grateful smile before heading to Alora's.
She knew that if Claire hadn't snatched the letter away from her, she would've thrown it out and would be drowning in regret by now, but that still didn't ease her thoughts. 'What if the letter didn't make it to him? What if he didn't think the letter was worth his time? What if he thought the letter was too plain?'