Hey Blooms,
Your keeper of little love stories here, and do I have a delicious morsel of London love for you...
Word is, S (and no, not that S) was seen frantically searching the candlelit corners of her apartment last week, while J (her dashing boyfriend with a penchant for perfectly timed "accidents") played the concerned partner to perfection.
The great earring debate of 2025 had begun.
"But I was wearing them during dessert!" S was heard exclaiming, while tearing apart her Chanel flap...
Poor J, on his hands and knees, iPhone flashlight in hand, searching under every piece of furniture. If only S knew what was really happening behind those perfectly crafted concerned looks.
The next morning brought more accusations over coffee:
"...You were the one who helped me with my coat"
"But you adjusted your scarf in the car..."
"Well, you hugged me at the door..."
The cause of all this chaos? A pair of teardrop earrings that mysteriously vanished after their intimate dinner last week.
*tea sipping intensifies*
But who ​are our sources, you ask?
Last week, our customer service angel, K, gets a call from the mystery man himself.
A notification lit up my screen:
"To the love of my life who blames me for losing her earrings. Which I did not and stand by. But I love you."
*Cue the entire design team dropping their tools and demanding details*
Oh, J, you magnificent mastermind. Playing the unassuming boyfriend while orchestrating what might be the most romantic Valentine’s our city has seen this season?
Consider us impressed. Because here's the real scoop...
...Those "lost" earrings? Not lost at all. In fact, *whispers* they had been transformed into something far more spectacular at the exclusive Elk & Bloom atelier. And if my sources are correct (and when aren't they?), let's just say there was a sunset, a ring box, and a very important question that made all of London's social scene buzz with excitement.
