The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother
Tessa chuckled, and leaned into my desk, “Only you would say that. No, Bridgette, not cents, it's Dollars. The bouquet was worth over Three thousand dollars.”
My jaw dropped. “Why the heck are flowers that expensive? What are they made of, gold?”
She settled onto the edge of my desk, legs crossed and eyes wide with excitement. “That was my thoughts exactly. Until I read through the page. The shop is all the rage right now.”
Her eyes sparkled, “They handpick each bloom and even ship some from Europe. There’s a waitlist to order from them. They’re completely sold out for the next six months. I checked.”