“I can explain—it’s not what it seems,” Liam stammered, his gaze darting between the rose petals on the floor and Lisa’s confused eyes.
Lisa crossed her arms, her silk blouse slightly shifting in the breeze. The scent of roses made her dizzy, but not as much as the situation unfolding before her.
“You can explain?” she echoed, raising a brow. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you are not honoring our friendship, all this? It's not necessary.”
Liam let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Lisa, I swear I didn’t know anything about this-”
“Oh, really? That’s what you call this?” she scoffed, pointing to the candlelit table, the violinist hiding poorly behind a bush, and the glittering rose petals falling around them like confetti.
Frank, Liam’s assistant, took a st
