HATE TO LOVE YOU
he asked, and I nodded.
"These are for you," he said, handing me the bouquet. "Who sent these?" I asked, puzzled. "I have no idea, ma'am," he replied before leaving. Confusion washed over me as I closed the door and noticed a small white card nestled in the flowers.
I nervously grabbed it and opened it, reading, "I heard you're marrying my love. Did you forget me? Do you forget my love?" My heart dropped—no way, he’s still stalking me! Just then, David walked over, and I quickly hid the letter.