Damien smiled to himself as he entered the florist shop. He could have easily, asked for it to be delivered but he wanted to get those flowers on his own. He wanted to make efforts in everything that is going to be related to her. Looking around the delicate flowers, he couldn't quite catch any. What might her favourite be? Ashamed of himself, for not knowing the least detail about her. He took a look around again.

"Welcome to our shop, young man. May I help you?" Said a voice of an old lady, who seemed to be the owner of the shop.

Damien looked at her and instantly felt the urge to dismiss her. He doesn't require her assistance, he is capable of finding a good set of bouquet.

But also considering if Winnie was here, she would have never harshly treated the old lady.

For Winnie's sake, Damien gave the lady a small tight smile at her gesture.

"So what are you looking for?"

"Umm.." He was at lost of words. Communication with stranger isn't something he is fond of.

"I suppose you're looking for an apology bouquet, aren't you, young man?" The old lady smirked, leaving Damien stunned.

"Could you describe your wife for me, mister?"

Wife, Damien gulped. Winnie is a pure wife material. And he wouldn't hesitate in making her his. But they are not even girlfriend/boyfriend yet. Given that, there are not even in a good terms yet. Hence, the reason why he is here, to get the 'apology flower.'

"You haven't proposed to her yet." The old lady figured out.

Every statement coming out of her mouth was true. Perhaps the old age does makes a person really wise.

"May I know her name though?" The old lady asked.

Damien hesitated before uttering out,

"Winnie."

"That is a cute name. In my opinion, she would love this white rose bouquet." The old lady suggested, as she asked another worker from the shop to take it out of the shelf.

The pure delicate pieces of rose, and the fragrance within them enticed Damien just the way she does. Those white petals would really complicate Winnie.

...

It was another awful and dreadful day for Winnie. In the group round, another lost battle. And everyone joined together to put the blame on her. She feels like she is being an easy target to everyone. Standing for her ownself is just not easy.

Feeling down from the exhausted day, Winnie got on the bed and closed her eyes. Tomorrow is the pressure test, and this time it is much more worst as two poeple will be leaving. Crossing her finger, she hopes it will not be her.

There was a knock on the door. Groaning, she stood up to open the door. There was a room service lady standing with a bouquet of fresh flower in her hands. Winnie awed at the beautiful red roses that were sparkling.

"Is this for me?" She asked.

"Yes, Miss Smith. There is someone waiting for you downstairs.

We are not allowed to let any contestant meet their family, but it seems like you can be the exception." The lady explained to her.

Winnie wondered who might it be as she was guided by the lady to a small room.

Her heart jumped out and she gasped as she saw the person who was waiting there.

His perfect smile bloomed in the silence of the room, not leaving his face as he took steps closer towards her.

And she took steps further as well, crashing her small body into his big one for a big tight hug.

"I missed you, princess." He said sniffing her divine scent.

"And I missed you as well." She commented, breaking out the hug.

"You know, I'm not allowed to meet anyone." She whispered, looking around to make sure no one is watching.

"Well, I am not just anyone, princess." Pouted Xander.

"How did you even manage to sneak?" Shaking her head, she questioned.

"I have my ways." Smirked Xander.

"I am afraid, Xander. You may need to leave now." Her heart was racing, if someone catches them then she might be disqualified from the contest.

"Ok, princess. You're doing so good. Just keep it up, and you'll ace your way through it." He cupped her face between his palms and kissed her forehead, tenderly.

"Take care, Xander."