“This would immediately work on me, I fear,” Ellie said, inhaling the scent of the blossoms. “I’m such a sucker for swoony gestures of love.”
“How did he even get in here? I always make sure the door is locked.”
“I bet he snuck up to my house and grabbed the spare key you leave there in case of emergencies,” Ellie pointed out.
I shook my head, still staring at the mountains of petals surrounding me. “He’s insane. Fifty vases. Fifty. I can’t even figure out where he would store all of them before sneaking them in here.”
Molly plopped down next to me on the couch, grabbing a handful of petals and letting them sift through her fingers. “You’ve got to admit, though… it’s kind of romantic in a ridiculous, over-the-top, heart-eyes kind of way.”
“If he thinks a couple of vases of flowers is going to fix all this, he’s dead wrong.”
“A couple?” Ellie said, pointing out the fact that there was way more than just a couple of vases in front of us.
“What am I supposed to do with all of these?”
“You could make him come here and clean it all up himself,” Molly suggested. “I’d pay good money to watch that conversation. I bet it ends up with you two kissing. Like something from a 90s rom-com.”
“No, it wouldn’t. It’d be more like fight night,” I said, not buying into Jace’s antics the way Ellie and Molly probably would if this happened to them.
I pulled out my phone, typing quickly.
Cassie:Come get your shit.
Jace:What shit would you be referring to?
Cassie:You know exactly what I’m talking about. Come get all these flowers right now and take them literally anywhere else but here.
Jace:Someone got you flowers? That’s sweet.
Cassie:I’m going to make Liam press charges on you for breaking and entering.
Jace:I didn’t break anything. I used a key.
Cassie:Then I’m changing my locks and getting an attack dog.
Jace:Challenge accepted.
Ugh.
He was insufferable.
With nowhere else to put all the flowers, we decided that tonight’s girls’ night would include sweet and salty snacks,cringy reality TV, and fifty flower vases crowding every inch of my living room.
I grabbed the remote from the table, careful not to bump over a vase of roses.
“What if I was allergic to flowers and he didn’t know it. I could be having an allergic reaction right now.”
Ellie snorted. “He’d probably send more flowers as an apology.”
“Exactly,” I groaned.
Molly settled on the floor, wedging herself between two vases. “It kind of reminds me of a fairy garden. A beautiful, chaotic fairy garden.”
I shot her a look. “One more compliment about his ‘romantic gesture’ and I’m sendingyouhome with all of these.”
Before Molly could stop snickering and respond, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. Jace’s name flashing across the screen.
Of course.
