Rosa’s POV
“Wh—Charly!” I heard Nancy scream.
The shop was beginning to swell with people, curiosity pulling them like a tide. More phones were raised and whispers began spreading. From the corner of my eye, I saw Nancy stiffen, then quickly, she shoved her phone into her bag, her bravado dissolving the moment attention shifted away from her control.
I didn’t feel bad for her. She had tried to ridicule me, and now, Charles was walking toward me.
A frown settled on my face. What was he doing holding a bouquet of flowers and walking towards me? In public? Our separation had been mutual: he didn’t want me and I didn’t care for him anymore. So why was he doing this?
He stopped right in front of me and I felt my chest tightening. His eyes locked onto mine, as if he hadn’t soaked the pas
