A Week Later
On Saturday morning, a low rumble outside my bedroom window snapped me out the haze I was in, five minutes after I had awoken.
The neighbourhood was usually quiet so the sound of the engine was quite unfamiliar.
I frowned as I rolled out of bed and shuffled across my room to the window.
My jaw dropped at the sight when I opened the curtains – a massive delivery truck was parked infront of the house, it's back overflowing with flowers.
Roses spilled out like a floral tsunami. What the actual hell?
My heart raced with a mix of suspicion and confusion. My mind screamed one name – Petyr.
No way. He wouldn't…would he?
The thought was as thrilling as it was infuriating.
I pulled on a pair of leggings, fastened the loose buttons of my sleep shirt and hurried downstair
