I have capitalized my suggested changes, and have deleted/changed any prepositions that were at the end of a sentence. Added a comma or two, and re-structured a few sentences, but I believe the revisions will meet with your general approval. You are the FINAL editor, so, if there's anything I have changed not to your liking,
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Nothing is more satisfying than coming home from a strenuous day of work to a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the doorstep. Purple and teal roses sat awaiting Cassandra, her favorite colors. Smiling from ear to ear, she lets out an embarrassingly loud shriek and then looks around to make sure the neighbors aren't watching. Leaning her nose in towards the roses, the scent of pure heaven flows through her nostrils. The delicate velvet petals have an intoxicating fragrance of an early spring morning in the countryside. Immediately, she feels high on life. A single rose holds tremendous power in ITS very essence. It can turn a horrendous day into a glorious one. It will give an ill hospital patient something to smile ABOUT. A rose can give a couple hope in their failing relationship. Twiddling with the leaves, Cassandra's finger gets pricked with a sharp thorn from the stem of the flower, drawing blood. She's suddenly reminded that these are forgiveness flowers from her fight the previous night with her fiancé, Dan. Cassandra carries the flowers inside and places them on the kitchen table. The roses are in a beautiful, intricately designed porcelain vase. A tiny card peeks out that was nearly missed. Hearts and arrows cover the front with pink lettering, "LOVING YOU MEANS SO MUCH TO ME." Inside is a crooked personally typed note in Lucida Handwriting font. "I'LL SEE YOU SOON. BE READY DARLING." Dan must have forgotten to sign the card. On a Wednesday, it's unlikely he will be done with work anytime before midnight. Cassandra doesn't understand his love for show business but film making makes Dan happy. It keeps him busy which, in a sense, is good for him. Men need a life outside of their relationship. That's always been important to Cassandra who views clingy men as unattractive and needy. She may have pushed Dan away one too many times, leaving him with the wrong impression. That was never the intention. She loved Dan but craved her own identity in relationships. She wanted to be seen as Cassandra, not just Dan's fiance and vice versa. After four years of a codependent relationship, independence was something to treasure.
Cassandra stared at the flowers, pondering how he managed to find such unique dyed roses in a day's time. Considering NO FORTHCOMING HOLIDAYS, she assumed he was apologizing for their disagreement on the phone last night. SHE WANTED TO BELIEVE THEY WERE "just because" flowers, but Dan's NEVER BEEN MUCH OF A ROMANTIC, ALTHOUGH in the three years they've dated, MOST MEMORIES WERE OF BEING happy and very much in love. About a year ago their relationship SUSTAINED a negative transformation, gradually becoming emotionally abusive. Regardless of the fact Cassandra NEVER strayed, Dan WAS INCAPABLE OF TRUSTING HER OR the relationship. His ex-wife ruined his faith in women. She cheated so frequently that when she passed away, no ONE at the funeral knew who Dan was, aside from family. Cassandra understands where his lack of trust stems from which is why she's tolerated it as long as she has, but it HAS NOW become a serious problem. Daily fights are tearing them apart, ruining what was once a solid AND loving bond. The flowers are a sweet gesture, but they won't change things. Cassandra suggested couple's therapy, but Dan was too embarrassed to attend, allowing pride to stand in his way.
Cassandra reached into her Coach purse, WHICH SHE OFTEN HUMOROUSLY LABELED , "THE ENDLESS BLACK HOLE," to search for her cell phone. With a slight smile across her face, she dialed her fiance's number FROM memory.
"Hello," Dan yelled into the receiver "I'm still working."
"YES, I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT BE. I just wanted to thank you. They're beautiful."
"Oh come on, don't joke. THEY'RE perfect. How did you find them?"
"What are you talking about Cassandra?"
"Um… the flowers. I know you didn't forget about something as nice as them. Stop pulling my leg Danny!"
"So, who's buying you flowers Cassandra?"
"Oh, shut up! We're not doing this again, are we?"
"I don't know, Cass. You tell me. Obviously I was right last night. Be real with me."
"You gotta be f***ing kidding me, Danny. Yeah, you caught me! Is that what this is about? You sent me some f***ing flowers trying to catch me in a lie? What's wrong with you? You're f***ing sick! Why is it so hard for you to believe that I'm not cheating on you?"
"Well Cass, when you're thanking me for flowers that I didn't send, it starts speaking for itself."
"Danny! Did you hang up on me? Hello? s***!"
Cassandra slammed her hand on the counter, the bang echoing off the kitchen walls. Running her fingers through her chestnut curls, she pulled at the roots while releasing an exaggerated sigh. She shook her head violently, contemplating her relationship. How could she get someone to trust her when she's been nothing but faithful? Contrary to what he believes, she would never cheat on Dan. It's a shame that he can't see that for himself. Cassandra began to pace, her anxiety building as questions flooded her mind. If Dan didn't send the FLOWERS, THEN WHO DID? Was he messing with her? Could they have been left there by mistake? There were no names on the card. Cassandra slows to a stop in front of the flowers, evaluating them closely. They're perfect. Teal and purple roses, her absolute favorite colors. She rolls her eyes, considering the POSSIBILITY THEY WERE DELIVERED BY MISTAKE. It has to be him. Glancing at a family photograph hanging from the wall, she considers her mother. The last time her mom bought her flowers, she won a dance competition in the eighth grade.
Her fingers trembled as she dialed her MOTHER'S number, BOTCHING several digits AS SHE DIALED, TEARS forming in the corner of her eyes AS THEY PREPARED to spill OUT ANY moment. Cassandra threw her body down on the couch, a bit too rough causing it to bang against the wall. The living room was decorated in such a way that people were afraid to touch anything. She inherited her mother's style. Her home appeared as IF IT WERE A DISPLAY FROM a museum, gorgeous but mostly for show. Growing up, Cassandra WAS DETERMINED TO BE different from her mother. YET, WITH THE PASSAGE OF EACH YEAR, her personality EVOLVED TO REFLECT more of her MOTHER'S PERSONA than the year BEFORE.
"Cassandra, what a pleasant surprise. How have you been?"
"WE VISITED two days ago, Mom," I REMINDED HER.
"Was it just two? It feels longer. Why don't you come by and I'll fix you some tea."
"Mom, listen. Did you send me flowers?"
"Oh, sweetie no I didn't. AND I doubt Daniel would do anything resembling THAT OF A gentleman. Do you have a secret admirer?"
"No, I don't have a secret admirer, Mom."
"What about that fine fellow that always stops by your home. He's cute and has a decent enough job working for the postal service."
"Are you talking about my mailman? HE'S THE MAILMAN, Mom! HE DELVERS MY MAIL, AND THAT'S ALL !"
"Well, sure he is. He walks all the way up to your front door each time. He's trying to see you. A true gentleman. That Daniel character could use a lesson or two."
"I don't have a mailbox, SO he has no choice BUT TO WALK DIRECTLY TO MY DOOR.
"There ARE ALWAYS CHOICES in life, sweetheart."
"Okay. I HAVE to go, Mom. It was great talking to you. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Oh, do LET ME KNOW when you figure out who your admirer is."
"It was delivered by accident. I don't have an admirer. Bye Mom."
"Don't be such a pessimist. Goodbye dear."
Cassandra tossed the phone onto the floor and rolled her hazel eyes incessantly. She glanced at the clock, mentally calculating the REMAINING HOURS before Dan's arrival.
[to be continued]
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