8 days later
Skylar
"Why are you still tossing beautiful flowers?" Nour scolds me as she enters the kitchen, holding a half-torn bouquet.
"We’ve already talked about that, Nour," I grumble, my attention focused on spreading the puff pastry. "I don't want his apologies. I want him to leave me alone."
"It's not their fault if Andrew is sending them to you every day." Soon remarks as she stands beside me and starts chopping the vegetables.
Mom’s catering business is steadily growing and whenever possible, we lend a hand to help her. At the moment, Mom is out delivering a luncheon order, while I’m preparing for tomorrow’s orders.
This persistent man keeps bombarding me with bouquet after bouquet, despite my daily ritual of tossing them into the trash by the gate. I’ve gone so far as to
