Aria’s POV:
My cold didn’t last long, and because I was finally better, it was time for school.
Early in the morning, the doorbell rings again.
“It’s him,” Cynthia says.
“Bet?”
Her eyes narrow, “Bet.”
Cynthia opens the door, and a random guy with flowers greets us. “Is there an Aria here?”
“Fuck.” Cynthia takes out her wallet and hands me a five. “How do you always manage to get it correct?”
For the past few days, Cynthia and I have been betting whether Nathan or a random person Nathan sends will be at the door. I choose a random person he sends, and Cynthia chooses Nathan. Why?
It’s because if it’s a random person, I get five dollars, but if it’s Nathan, she gets twenty.
“I’m Aria,” I said.
“These are for you.” He hands me the lilies, “Please sign here.”
I sign the page, and o
