Avril opened the door just as her doorbell monitor flashed, showing a mailman waiting outside, with a basket in one hand.
“Delivery for Avril Campbell,” he said, holding up a satin-wrapped basket filled with blue roses, wine, and an envelope sealed in gold.
Exactly the type Cole had shown her in the design he emailed days ago.
She smiled, accepted the basket, and texted him immediately:
THE LAZARUS GALA: A Resurrection to Die For.
The dramatic words might have thrilled someone else, but to him, it felt like just another formal invitation to a gathering he had no intention of overthinking or even attending.
He skimmed the date, two weeks from now. The black-tie dress and blue-rose theme. All of it looked extravagant, meticulously planned… but Tobias simply slid the invitation back in
