Jenna’s fingers trembled around the white envelope, the sharp edges digging into her skin. She hadn’t moved since she read the first line of the card. Her chest rose and fell too fast, and her throat burned as if the words had clawed their way inside and refused to let go.
Maren stood frozen across from her, wide-eyed, lips parted in disbelief. “You’re joking,” she whispered, almost as if saying it out loud would undo the reality. She stepped closer, her gaze dropping to the elegant scrawl on the front of the envelope. “Tell me this isn’t from him.”
Jenna’s jaw clenched. “It is.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Maren muttered, eyes darting from the mountain of luxury boxes to the card Jenna clutched like it was poison. “He actually sent all this?”
Jenna let out a sharp breath, snapping
