Megan's POV
"Hey, why do you need to smash this beautiful bouquet, Meg? You could have given it to me." Alice said the moment she got inside my office and found another bouquet on the floor. It has been one week that I received flowers every day from my mortal enemy. My best friend picked it up while she was shaking her head. I know my heart is thumping hard against my chest, and I was telling myself it was because of my anger towards the sender of the bouquet.
But I know deep in my core I am only fooling myself, I can't deny I felt excited again, and I need to reprimand myself for feeling this way. I don't want to ruin the flowers since I love them, but I am too angry with myself for feeling so excited. How could I feel this way when I knew he turned into a playboy.
