Page 37 of Forever Writing You

“I love you, Everett.”

“You love my money.”

“That’s why I went out of my way to throw you this amazing party?”

“No, that’s why you’re still fucking other guys.” I noticed a few guests eyeing us from the window. “I suggest you tell everyone this party’s over. Start packing your bags.”

“You’re making the biggest mistake of your life, Everett.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m dodging a bullet?”

“Because you’re still stuck on some plain-Jane bitch you dated years ago,” she said. “Get over her and move on with the better option.”

“Get these people out of my house.” I was done with this argument, done with her.

“You mean our house?”

“I mean it’s over,” I said. “I’ll still give you the chance to tell them if you walk away now.”

She didn’t make a move.

“Okay, I’ll tell them…”

EIGHTEEN

Dahlia

“Miss, I can assure you that we did not send any blooms with a ‘dry and musty pussy’ note.”

“I’m staring at them right now!” the woman on the other end of the line screamed. “Get the manager on the phone or I’m going to post a one-star review.”

“Miss—”

“Better yet, I’m posting about this on Facebook! Your business is done, do you hear me?”

She ended the call before I could answer.

I wrote her information for Aunt Gertrude and took one last stroll through this week’s work.

When I made it through the row of outdoor sunflowers, Everett was standing in front of me.

He stared at me, his white button-down shirt hanging wide open and exposing his chest, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

“What are you doing?”

“The wedding is fucking off.” His voice was terse. “We’re over.”

“Oh.” I stepped back. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I doubt it.” He stepped forward, glaring at me. “You told me to cancel it.”

“How did you let Carmen know you were done?”

“I didn’t come here to talk about her.” He stepped forward again, matching me until my back hit the fencing wire. “I came to talk about you.”

“I’m not giving you a refund on any flowers we’ve already made.”

“This isn’t about the flowers, either.” He pressed his forehead against mine, trapping me in place with his hips. “I need you to tell me why you care about me getting cheated on by someone else when you were the first to do it.”

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