LENA'S POV The soft hum of the city night barely reached my penthouse, muffled by the thick walls of my solitude. I had spent the entire drive home replaying the events of the day, the conversations, the disappointments, the unshakable ghost of Kian Davenport lurking in my thoughts.But now, as I stood in my living room, staring at the valentine’s package on the coffee table, a different kind of tension settled over me.I had avoided opening it all day, as if delaying the inevitable would somehow change the outcome.Deep down, I knew why.I had foolishly hoped.Hoped that when I opened the package, it would be from him. That Kian had sent it as some kind of silent confession. A recognition that he still remembered me.My fingers trembled as I reached for the silk ribbon, slowly untying the bow before lifting the lid.Inside, an array of roses lay in perfect arrangement, their scent instantly filling the space around me. Beneath them, a velvet-wrapped jewelry box sat nestled in betwee
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