Page 173 of Knot Happening Again

As Mace signs for the delivery, I step forward to examine the enormous bouquet of roses. A small card is nestled among the blooms, and I pluck it out with trembling fingers.

My heart skips a beat as I read the masculine yet neat handwritten letter.

Ophelia,

I know flowers can't make up for the past, but I hope they can be a start toward a new future. Would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner tonight?

Yours always,

Leon

I stare at the card, a mix of emotions swirling in my chest. He's really trying, isn't he? The Leon I knew before would have never been this... persistent.

This thoughtful.

And why would he?

The whole world was laid at his feet. There was nothing he couldn't have back then.

Including me.

"What's it say?" Troy asks, peering over my shoulder.

"It's... an invitation. To dinner."

Maddox raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to accept?"

I bite my lip, considering. Part of me wants to say no, to keep my walls up and protect myself from getting hurt again. Going on this date somehow feels ore intimate than letting him touch me, if only because it's the first time we'll be truly alone.

But another part—the part that's been slowly, cautiously unfurling since that night in the arena—whispers that maybe it's time to take a chance.

"I... I think I might," I say softly, surprising even myself.

The guys exchange glances, a mix of concern and support in their eyes. They've been so patient with me, so understanding of my complicated feelings toward Leon. I know they'll support whatever decision I make.

"You sure about this, princess?" Troy asks, his voice gentle.

I nod, more certain with each passing moment. "I am. I'm not letting my guard down completely, but... I'm willing to see where this goes."

Mace steps forward, enveloping me in a warm hug. His burly arms wrap around me, and I breathe in his comforting scent. "We've got your back, little one. No matter what."

I melt into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished. When I pull back, I see the others nodding in agreement.

"Thanks, guys," I murmur, touched by their support. I send a quick text to Leon, letting him know I'm willing to go to dinner and asking when he texts back immediately, I do a double take.

"How's one o’clock?”

"That's a little early for dinner, isn't it?" I write back.

"Can't tell you more than that. It's a surprise."

I shake my head. I don't know what he's up to, but I guess I'd better get ready.

As I head upstairs to get ready for my day, my mind races with thoughts of the upcoming date. What will I wear? What will we talk about? Will it be awkward, or will we fall back into the easy rhythm we once had?

I shake my head, trying to clear the nervous thoughts. It's just dinner, I remind myself. No need to overthink it.

But as I step into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me, I can't help but let my attention wander.

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