"Excuse me, flowers for Miss Amber Gel," announced the delivery man, causing us to look toward him. We were having our rehearsal for next week's event.
"You really are something else, Mystery Rose," teased Jaila, one of my co-models.
"Please sign for these, ma'am," said the man holding the flowers. She had no choice but to accept them.
"Check who they're from," urged my makeup artist.
"There’s no card," I said softly. They were red roses again, just like the ones previously sent to my condo under Nick’s name.
Just then, Kyler entered the venue and glanced at the flowers I was holding.
"Where did those come from?" he asked formally.
I shook my head, but my movement froze midair when my gaze shifted toward a newly arrived man.
"Oh... he’s so handsome," I heard the girls behind me whi
