Rosa’s POV
For a moment, I thought the gift was from Alex. My heart was racing with excitement. Everyone was looking at me and even my dance partner had stepped away. Just before I took the gift, I caught Alex watching. He didn’t look happy.
That was when I realized the gift wasn’t from him.
When I turned back to the delivery man, my heart was beating differently.
I managed to speak. “Who’s this from?” I demanded.
“It’s signed," he said, pointing to a small card.
I braced myself and peeked at the card. It was my favourite poem. Only one person knew that.
Charles Baker.
I started shaking my head. “I cannot accept this,” I said.
“I’m sorry, miss,” was all the delivery man responded.
The longer I delayed, the more people around watched. Phones were already lifted and they were vid
