Evelyn
I woke up to the smell of fresh roses.
Apparently Julian had left a surprise bouquet with gifts on my dresser sometime before I woke up, a handwritten card propped against the vase that read: Get dressed, Laurel Classics, ten o'clock, do not be late.
I picked up the card, read it twice and smiled to myself, setting it back down against the flowers.
What was Julian up to now, I wondered, did he want to get me another expensive bag, did he think I needed convincing into one of those boutiques he liked pretending he did not enjoy as much as I did.
I hummed softly under my breath as I padded down the hallway.
“If you say you love me, you're gonna put me in Chanel,” because that was exactly the energy of this morning and I was not apologizing for it.
I pushed Leo's door open gent
