Ömer: Thank you mom. I have to go now. You know my work never ends. Love you.
Yıldız: Love you too. Hope tonight is successful, kisses.
He finally ended the call with a faint smile, though there was a flicker of something else in his expression—anticipation, maybe.
The a knock at the door and Metehan enters.
Metehan: Ömer bey, my mom just called. She has a little crises.
Ömer straightens up, immediately.
Ömer: What type of crises?
Metehan: Her florist just called her to say that, the white tulips that she ordered weeks was delivered to a different location. On the opposite side of where we are and it'll hours to get here. They've offered her red roses but...
Ömer interrupt's Metehan.
Ömer: Your mother is a perfectionist and she's organized everything to the last detail. This could ruin her night.
Metehan: So if it's okay with you, I have to go now and search every flower shop to find her the white tulips.
Ömer calls out to Gamze. She enters.
Ömer: Gamze can you bring me Aksu bey's phone number.
Gamze: I'll bring it immediately, Ömer bey.
Ömer: Metehan, you call your mom back and tell her she'll get them by 4 this afternoon.
Metehan laughs under his breath, confused.
Metehan: How?
Ömer: I have a friend who knows about these things.
He winks.
Veritas Gallery – Evening
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The space had transformed under the soft glow of strategically placed lights. Murmurs drifted between champagne glasses, the warm scent of fresh tulips mingling with the faint tang of polished wood and varnish. Guests in sleek suits and elegant dresses leaned close to admire the artwork, laughter weaving into the hum of conversation.
