Damon's POV
Justin pulled over to the side of the road outside the design institute. The delivery guy came out and walked toward the car.
"Delivered?" I pulled out a stack of bills and held it out to him, my voice cold.
The guy took the money with both hands, nodding like crazy. "Thank you, sir! Don't worry ... I handed the flowers to Miss Grayson myself. No mistake about it."
"You can go." I waved him off.
He hopped on his bike and sped away.
But then ... a flash of bright pink caught my eye...
The flowers I'd just sent in were being carried back out by some woman I didn't recognize.
And then.
That woman walked straight to the trash can.
The next second ... thud ... the bouquet got tossed in like garbage. No hesitation.
What?! She threw them away? What is her problem? Rhein sat
