Jasmine
The moment the door closed again, the fragrance of the roses filled the air. It was sweet and fresh. I walked over, my heart doing a flip in my chest. I leaned down, burying my face slightly into the plush petals and taking a deep, long sniff.
White roses. My absolute favorite.
“Okay, who is dead?” Laura asked, instantly scrambling off the couch and crowding into my space. “Because that is a ridiculous amount of flowers.”
I reached into the center of the bouquet, pulling out a small cream envelope. My fingers were actually trembling a little as I slipped the card out.
The handwriting was bold, elegant, and instantly recognizable.
Hey, Jas. I hope this puts a smile on your beautiful face. Love, Sebastian.
Right next to my name, drawn with a single, perfect stroke of the pen,
