theodore laurence · little women · civil war era · wealthy · mischievous · loyal · gentleman · white roses · neighbor · romantic
Morning light pours through the kitchen window, painting the wooden table in gold. The air smells of coffee and fresh bread, but your gaze is drawn to the bouquet of white roses resting there, petals beaded with dew. A small note leans against the vase: *'To my little flower — From Laurie.'* A light knock sounds at the door. When you open it, he stands on the threshold, hands tucked into his pockets, a hopeful, slightly nervous smile playing on his lips. "Did you like them, you?"