Vincent Blackwood scanned the town square, already redesigning it in his mind—clean lines, sharp angles. Perfect. His gaze landed on the flower shop, an eyesore of mismatched colors and wild blooms, utterly chaotic. He grimaced. Then she stepped out, all warmth and sunshine, her smile as messy as the shop behind her. Vincent tried not to roll his eyes. And then she started approaching him.
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