Over the next few days, Joseph sent so many flowers, they covered every flat surface of my room with the exception of a narrow pathway I’d made across the floor. This morning, the housekeeper grumbled as she tried to clean around all the vases. Her dustpan was full of dried-up flower petals. The
I nodded. She waved both hands up and down. “One lies. One doesn’t. I wonder who you should be believe.” The last sentence dripped with saracasm. “Oh.” Oh. Had I really been so blind? Had I let my own insecurities about myself dig so far under my skin that I was willing to not trust Asher? A
Then let him date, Cynthia. Give Asher the chance to find love. Elena’s words sliced through me. Of course I cared about Asher and wanted him to be happy. But I was selfish. Knowing that he had been turning down other women gave me a deep feeling of satisfaction. Elena’s implication that he’d be
But… Maybe he was just mad at Asher. They really didn’t seem to like each other. Was it possible their feud had nothing to do with me? Could Joseph hate Asher while still being loyal to me? “You look like you have a lot on your mind. I do, too,” he said. He hitched his thumb in the direction of th
I wasn’t ready to answer Joseph yet. “Give some time?” “More time?” he said unhappily. “It’s only one date, not a marriage.” “I know, but…” I couldn’t tell him the root of my hesitation because I didn’t quite understand it myself. He’d only asked me for one date and promised we’d have a great
I ran out of steam and looked down at my hands. That end part hadn’t been a lie. He did deserve everything. I just wished the everything he wanted included me. “I don’t need to date,” he said. Surprised, I looked up at him. “You deserve love, Asher.” “And you think I’ll find it dating random g
I enjoyed spending time with Nicole, but we had achieved very little studying. So I spent most of the next morning trapped in one of the Academy’s libraries, studying for my upcoming exams. Yet as hard as I tried to concentrate, my thoughts continued returning to the story of the Lover’s Ferris Wh
Aimee’s mother wiped the tears from her eyes, but new ones kept falling. “She’s so alone now. I don’t know how to reach her. If you hear from her… If you can get through to her where I failed…” “I’ll do what I can,” I told her. We exchanged numbers on the promise that I would call her if I heard