Agnes
The bouquet fell to the ground, pink and white petals scattering across the floor around my feet. I stared down at them in shock for a moment, my mind racing as the fog of alcohol slowly began to lift.
What had I done?
I had been cruel to Elijah, snapping at him, pushing him away when all he’d done was try to explain. He didn’t deserve that. No matter how much the image of him and Olivia kissing had hurt me, I knew Elijah wasn’t the kind of man to betray me intentionally. And I’d seen all too many times just how easily Olivia could manipulate their bond to her advantage.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I bent down to pick up the bouquet. The flowers were beautiful—soft pink roses and white tulips, some of my favorites. It was clear that Elijah had gone out o
