“Because you deserve beautiful things.Even if Buttercup eats them.- L”
"Oh no," I whisper.
"Oh no?"Mira frowns."How is this an oh no?This is romance!This is Nora Ephron material!This is?—"
"This is going to make telling him I'm a criminal so much harder."
"You're not a...wait, what?"
I'm saved from explaining by Buttercup, who's discovered the buffet and is methodically taste-testing each arrangement.
"No!"I lunge for her, but she's already got a mouthful of what were probably very expensive roses."Those are not for you!"
"Technically," Mira says, "Luke did mention you in the card."
Buttercup bleats agreement through her mouthful of romance.
The next twenty minutes are spent relocating flowers to goat-proof areas, which, given Buttercup's climbing skills, means basically nowhere.
We finally lock her in the office with her feelings and some hay.
"There's more," Mira says, leading me to the owner's suite.
"More flowers?Did he buy out the entire Pacific Northwest?"
"Not flowers."
She opens my door to reveal a garment bag hanging on the closet and a shoe box on the bed.
"He sent clothes?"
"With a note."
I unfold the paper, recognizing Luke's precise handwriting.”
Sage - Remembered you mentioned borrowing shoes again.These are yours, not borrowed.The dress is optional - you're perfect in anything.Or nothing.
(Delete that last part.Daniella says it's inappropriate for written communication.)
Can't wait to see you tonight.
-L
"He's adorkable," Mira sighs."Can I marry him if you don't?"
"Get in line."I open the shoe box to find elegant heels that definitely cost more than my monthly mortgage.
They're beautiful, practical, and somehow exactly my size.
The dress is worse.
Or better.Or both.
It's midnight blue silk that flows like water, with subtle beading that catches the light.
It's sophisticated and sexy and everything I'm not but want to be.
"That's a confession dress," Mira observes.
