Imogene Scott
My head is buzzing. The rest of the party feels louder, brighter and more wonderful. Halfway through, Damien leads me to a small empty room for the last surprise of the night.
My mind is still unable to comprehend the ones he’s already revealed and now he’s telling me there’s another one?
We walk into the quiet room in the hallways. The gallery has a suite right in the corner and urs next to the room we’re in.
“I’m sorry I…erm…kissed you out there in front of everyone.” I say.
He smiles. “I don’t mind.”
I cough. “So…”
Reaching into his pocket, Damien pulls out a thick bundle of letters, tied together with a faded ribbon. “I wrote you every day since you left. I never sent them, but I want you to have them now.”
I stare at the letters, my hands trembling as he hands t
