"Huh," As Patrizio Moretti watched Zoey's retreating back, the corner of his lips curled into a gentle smile.
'You really never changed, Z.' He whispered internally as in his eyes, Zoey was still the same old Zoey he once knew despite all the changes she had gone through the years.
Just then, Patrizio Moretti's eyes lit up as he was suddenly hit by an overflowing inspiration for his next collection. Without further ado, he hastily picked up his phone and began taking notes.
[ROSE : FLOWER COLLECTIONS]
Patrizio Moretti typed those words in bold with a smile. Watching Zoey, he somewhat wanted to make a collection based on flowers.
After all, Zoey and her love was akin to a red rose. It might be beautiful now, but her thorns might prick and hurt the latter who took interest in her.
A pretty rose with beautiful flaws. To keep it, one must embrace her pains too. How dramatic, isn't it?
