Page 31 of Eternally Yours
“Me?”
“Yup. Whoever it’s from, he’s a lucky fella,” he says with a wink as he places the vase on the corner of my desk and walks out.
My cheeks heat at the subtle compliment with a tint of embarrassment. Eddy has asked me out three times already, and I’ve rejected him every time. He’s not a bad looking guy, and he’s really sweet from what I’ve gathered during our short conversations. I just wasn’t looking to date.Until now.
Emma walks over to the arrangement of flowers and smells them. “Wow, these arebeautiful. Definitely not cheap!” She inspects the flowers closely with amazement in her eyes before they suddenly narrow. “Wait, there’s thirteen. Why would there be thirteen roses?”
I walk around my desk to get closer to them, and indeed there are thirteen. As I examine them better, I realize one of the roses has a little tag attached to the stem. I turn it over and read what has been written on it.
Smiling, I pull the single rose out from the rest and hand it over to Emma. “This one is for you.”
She takes it hesitantly, then looks at the tag, reading the words out loud. “Can’t forget Miss Emma, can we?” She looks up at me, chuckling and hugging the rose. “Oh, he’s good.”
I pluck out the tiny black envelope that’s attached to the front of the bouquet and open it, taking out a small white card inside.
Roses for my beautiful Rose - S.H.
“God, he’s so adorable! I would have never pegged him to be like this with how the media portrays him. I mean, it’s not bad, but they don’t paint him as hopelessly romantic,” Em says from behind me as she reads the note over my shoulder.
I put the card back into the envelope, wanting to preserve it, then place it in my purse beneath my desk. “He really is something, isn’t he?” I say smiling as I grab my phone.
Me
Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful, and I think Emma is in love.
Me
That was really sweet of you to include her, it means a lot to me.
He doesn’t respond right away, which I wasn’t expecting him to, I know he hadpractice this morning.
Emma returns to her office after letting me know I’m the luckiest girl alive and that I’d better put a ring on it, to which I informed her that isn’t how it works.
It’s an hour later when a text finally comes in.
Big Guy
Shit, am I winning over the wrong girl?
Big Guy
I’m glad you like them.
Me
Haha, maybe. Don’t worry though, I heard you’re winning over the right one, too. But you can’t tell anyone.
Big Guy
It will be our little secret.
~ Three Days Later ~
The rest of the week flies by in a daze, and now that it’s event day, I’m a nervous wreck. So far everything is on schedule with no hiccups, but until all is set up and the Gala is rolling, I won’t call it a win.
As I wait for my coffee to pour into my travel mug, I think back to the previous days with warmth spreading in my belly. Silas is truly proving to be one of a kind, and I can’t help the way he makes my heart flutter at the simple thought of him.
Turns out the Monday roses weren’t the only gift I would be receiving from him. Tuesday, a large take-out bag arrived at exactly noon after I had informed Silas that I forgot to grab a lunch. It was filled with delicious Chinese food, two portions of everything, and another little note that said:
