It wasn’t just chocolate that bothered her—pollen was a problem too. And strangely, lilies were the only flowers that triggered her allergies. No other flowers seemed to have the same effect.
Katelyn had even gone through multiple rounds of blood tests at the hospital, hoping to figure out exactly what was triggering her allergies. The results had been eye-opening—her list of allergens was surprisingly long, with pollen at the top of the list.
She continued sneezing, catching Samuel off guard as he stood nearby.
“Doc, are you okay? Is it the pollen?” he asked, his voice tight with worry.
Katelyn struggled to breathe, her eyes streaming as each sneeze hit her hard. With her hand pressed over her mouth, she managed to gasp out, “Please… get those flowers out of here! I can’t handle the smell.”
Without hesitation, Samuel grabbed the bouquet and quickly carried it out of the room. Katelyn stumbled to the window, throwing it open and inhaling the fresh air. For someone as allergic to pollen as she was, reactions could range from mild discomfort to serious threats like itchy hives or even the danger of anaphylactic shock. Today’s episode wasn’t as severe—just sneezes and watery eyes—but it still left her feeling drained and off balance. The pollen hit Katelyn like a wave she couldn’t outrun.
Vincent watched her closely, his gaze never wavering. He took in every little shift in her expression, a hint of something—interest, maybe?—flashing in his eyes. He hadn’t known about this allergy of hers.
When the sneezing finally slowed, Katelyn grabbed a tissue, her hands a little unsteady as she wiped at her watery eyes. She glanced at Vincent, confusion written all over her face.
“Who sent you flowers? And why lilies?”
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Before Vincent could respond, Samuel came back into the room, holding the small card from the bouquet. He handed it to Vincent with a puzzled look.
“I just saw the card. These seem like they were meant for someone else.”
“Maybe they got mixed up?”
Vincent studied the note, his attention drawn to the bold handwriting—clearly a man’s—pressed so firmly that the ink had nearly bled through the paper.
“Dear Miss Bailey, may this bouquet brighten your day.” He looked back up at Katelyn, his expression softening just slightly. “These are for Katelyn.”
It was becoming clear—a mix-up was the only explanation. Her room was just next door, after all. And the flowers were indeed meant for a Miss Bailey.
Katelyn glanced down at the note, her face shifting between surprise and confusion. “For Katelyn?”
She turned the note over, as if expecting to find some hidden detail that would explain things. But there was nothing—no name, no signature. Just a bouquet and a lot of unanswered questions.
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