The wreath was a terrible idea. I knew that when I made it, and I knew it when I carried it up to the penthouse, and I knew it when the video went wide and Julian Cross lost everything.
Sometimes terrible ideas are the only ones that work.
I kept the ribbon from the roses. It's in a drawer in my apartment, coiled in a small box, and every now and then I take it out and look at it. It reminds me that I am not the kind of woman who lets things go. It reminds me that I fought for three hundred dollars and ended up with something much bigger.
The shop is still open. It still has my name on the sign. And when the order comes in that seems too good to be true, I read the card message twice and I check the refund policy and I trust my gut.
That's the part nobody tells you about revenge. It do
