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293: ANOTHER BATCH OF FLOWERS

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-27 23:59:27

ELARA’S POV

The next morning, my reflection looked like someone who hadn’t slept a wink.

My concealer couldn’t hide the dullness under my eyes, and my smile in the mirror looked faker than the flowers Nate kept sending.

I shoved the thought aside and grabbed my bag. I had no reason to be this irritated, but the moment I stepped into my office, the feeling crawled right back.

“Good morning, Miss Westwood,” Olivia greeted.

“Morning,” I muttered, already walking past her.

“Reschedule the meeting with Davis. I don’t have the patience for his nonsense today.”

The door closed behind me, and silence filled the room again. My favorite kind of quiet, except today, it wasn’t comforting. It felt heavy.

I threw myself into work, flipping through files, signing off budgets, pretending I wasn’t thinking about last night’s fight. Every word Nate said echoed in my head, sharp enough to sting. “You knew that and still took it off?”

The pen in my hand snapped in half. Ink spilled a
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