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2026-10-03 18:00:00The room hit me like a wall of noise the second I walked in.
Nothing about this matched the quiet of Vivienne's apartment, the careful mirror work, the single folded note still sitting in my clutch like a small live wire. Here, everything was crowded and bright and expensive, a rented gallery space strung with lights, waiters weaving champagne flutes through clusters of people laughing too loudly at jokes that probably weren't that funny in the first place.
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The blossom was a coincidence, or a warning, I didn't sleep either way.I sat in front of the glass box for a long time that night, not touching it, not moving it off the counter. I just looked at it, the way you look at something you're trying to talk yourself out of being afraid of.A magnolia is just a magnolia.People send flowers. Rich men send flowers to women they want, and they don't usually think very hard about it. Maybe he'd seen me at the launch party, thought the gesture would land as romantic, and reached for the first flower that came to mind.Maybe that was all it was.I couldn't quite get there, though. Not completely. Because I knew exactly what that flower meant. I knew what sat beneath the one on Seventy Fourth Street. I knew who had planted it, and why, and what the soil underneath it was hiding.I didn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the glass box was still there behind my lids, pale and small and patient.Around six in the morning I gave up trying and deci
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I said no, because the woman he wanted was the one who said no. He had to work for itI stared at his message the next morning longer than I needed to. Dinner. Thursday. Say no and I'll ask again. I read it twice, then a third time, something close to a laugh building in my chest at the sheer confidence of it.He hadn't even left room for the possibility that I might actually mean it. He'd already decided, somewhere in that easy, self assured head of his, that a rejection from me was just a delay, a formality to get through before Saturday came around and asked the question again.The old version of me would have found that confidence attractive. I used to love that about him, the way he never seemed to doubt himself for more than half a second.This version of me knew exactly what it meant. Gregory had always believed persistence eventually got him whatever he wanted. He'd worn people down wit
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