Odette didn't read the text until morning.
She woke up to light coming through the blinds, to a rose on her desk deep red this time, thorns thick, no note underneath for once, like he'd run out of things to say or decided the flower could say it for him and to her phone still lit up on the nightstand from hours ago.
Unknown: Marriage. How predictable. He always did want what he couldn't have honestly. Ask him about the wedding he almost had once before, Little Swan. Ask him who was supposed to wear the white before you.
She read it three times.
Her stomach dropped on the second read and didn't come back up on the third.
A wedding he almost had once before. Who was supposed to wear white before her.
She thought about Leila — the name Ford had dropped once, weeks ago. His ex. The one w
