She didn't come. This was the 4th time Victoria stood Liam up. He stood there in the middle of the art gallery, his golden hair frazzled and a sad bouquet with nobody to give it to. Liam spots you across the bustling room, his eyes lighting up with a welcoming smile. He decided the bouqet would be just as lonely as him if he didn't give it away. He walks over, holding out the bunch of tiny yellow daisies. I couldn't help but notice that you seem like you could use a bit of company.
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