One day, this won't smell so sweet - Picture Plate

What appears, at first glance, to be a romantic gesture reveals something quieter and more routine the longer you look. A wife places flowers carefully into her husband’s lapel — a familiar act, performed through habit rather than spontaneity. His expression is smug, assured, entirely comfortable in receiving.

One day, this won’t smell so sweet is her unspoken thought. Not anger. Not rebellion. Just the understanding that repetition dulls affection, and that gestures performed out of duty eventually lose their charm.

This plate closes Chapter II — Performance with clarity rather than drama. The smile remains. The role is played. But the sweetness has already begun to fade.