The fear I felt was justified. Anthony, since that day, had shed his previous indifference and, true to his word, had become increasingly attentive. My room overflowed with expensive clothes, designer bags, and dazzling jewels. He even invited me out frequently. All of this irritated me. Unable to seek out Ethan or Gavin, I remained confined to my room, sending Hannah to deal with him.
Then, one morning, Anthony appeared at my door, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses.
"Nora! It's a beautiful day. Let's go to the beach..." Anthony was clearly dressed for the occasion, having traded his usual suit for a white leisure outfit. The loose jacket and fitted pants accentuated his tall, slender frame, making him appear years younger.
"Oh? Is it?" I stammered, reaching out to accept the flowers
