"A celebration dinner," he said, pulling out a chair for me. "A little early, perhaps."
I stared at the droplets clinging to the rose petals. "Why are you helping me?"
Victor took out his wallet and slid out a faded photograph. It was from our high school graduation.
I was asleep at my desk, my head resting on my arms. Beside me sat a bottle of strawberry milk.
"Ten years," he said, pushing the photo toward me. "I've been waiting for this day."
I turned it over. There, in small handwriting, was a message.
Victor: Serena, happy graduation. I'll wait for you to grow up.
My throat tightened as I realized that the anonymous box of strawberry milk back then had been from him.
"The letter got lost by accident back then," Victor said, pouring me a glass of champagne. "So now… may I proper
