“An anniversary arrangement. I can do that. So, you just want something bright and pretty. Something that says, I’ll love you from now until the end of time. And you don’t have a preference on the type of flowers, correct?” Madge asked for certainty.

“Correct,”

“Well, you are in luck. I made this arrangement two hours ago. As you can see it has yellow and orange lilies, sunflowers, snowball mums, and pink roses. I can add more to it if it’s not big enough for you,” Madge said cheerfully.

Though he wasn’t a flower guy, Jermaine knew what looked good and he had to admit the floral arrangement was beautiful. The different types of flowers blended perfectly together.

“This is gorgeous. I’ll take it. I saw something in a magazine called Venus et fleur. Do you carry that?”

“Yes, I do,” Madge said eagerly.

“I’ll take an order of that as well.”

“Coming right up,”

Madge said as she scurried to the back to get the designer flowers. Jermaine nearly called Madge an old Bitch when she said the total of his purchase would be $573. Publix flowers were $25.00 at most. But if anyone deserved that price tag, he knew his wife did.

“For almost $600, I hope you were right Ma!” Jermaine chuckled as he thought back to the radio ad that had gotten him to the flower shop.

He had grossly misinterpreted what he assumed was a sign from his mother. Andrea Shelton despised flowers. She once said flowers were a sign of trouble because men only gave them to their partners when they did something they shouldn’t have or if there was a death.

When he was growing up, she refused to have them in her home. Andrea had been gone so long that Jermaine had forgotten about her disdain for flowers. Had he remembered, he would’ve known that what he thought was a good sign was indeed a premonition. But because he wasn’t aware he drove home without giving his mother’s theory on flowers a second thought. His only goal was to see a smile on his wife’s face.

Eden frowned in disgust when she saw her Jeep Wagoneer pull into the driveway of her home via the ADT App.

“Guess whose lame ass just pulled up,” Eden asked jokily.

“I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he walks in,”

“Even if you were a fly, you wouldn’t see or hear anything. I don’t plan to mention what I saw tonight. Nah, I’m not going to say anything. I have other plans for his dog ass,” Eden smirked.

Though she wore a grin, she was indeed angry.

“Oh, so you’re being mysterious and keeping secrets. I gotta watch your pretty ass Eden,” He laughed.

Eden chuckled right along.