Seven Years to Ash
Nina said, extending the bouquet.
As my eyes lit up, I reached out to take it.
However, the flowers brushed past my hand and were placed directly into the arms of the teammate standing beside me.
Rowan Cross.
Nina’s childhood friend.
The smile on my face froze instantly. I stared at Nina, who was smiling at Rowan with unmistakable tenderness. After a long moment of shock, I suddenly let out a self-mocking laugh.
Of course, Rowan again. I should have known.
The childhood friend who, in Nina’s heart, would always matter more than me, her own boyfriend.