For two weeks straight, Chase sent either flowers or gifts to my studio every day. I accepted everything, but gave him no response.
No matter where Chase looked, he couldn't find me. In his anxiety, he went to my mother and cried to her.
That was of no use either. I still refused to respond.
Jared's girlfriend, Peach, invited me to her birthday party.
I confirmed again and again that Chase would not be there.
Only then did I bring a gift to the private club. The floor was covered with white rose petals, balloons, and plush toys, forming a path. Paired with twinkling star-shaped lights, it looked warm and adorable.
It was obvious Jared had tried hard to match Peach's girlish taste.
He had really put his heart into celebrating her birthday.
But when I pushed the door open, I saw Chas
